He Must Have A Long Spoon That

Love Me Little, Love Me Long.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.

I Count Religion But A Childish Toy, And Hold There Is No Sin But Ignorance.