Good God, The Souls Of All My

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

What A Pretty Thing Man Is When He Goes In His Doublet And Hose And Leaves Off His Wit!

I May Chance Have Some Odd Quirks And Remnants Of Wit Broken On Me, Because I Have Railed So Long Against Marriage: But Doth Not The Appetite Alter? A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age. Shall Quips And Sentences And These Paper Bullets Of The Brain Awe A Man From The Career Of His Humour? No, The World Must Be Peopled. When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.