He That Knows No Guilt Can Know

Oh That Thou Hadst Like Others Been All Words, And No Performance.

This Is The Jew That Shakespeare Drew.

Virgin Me No Virgins! I Must Have You Lose That Name, Or You Lose Me.

0 Summer Friendship, Whose Flat-tering Leaves Shadowed Us In Our Prosperity, With The Least Gust, Drop Off In The Autumn Of Adversity.

Shall This Nectar Run Useless, Then, To Waste? Or ... These Lips, That Open Like The Morn, Breathing Perfumes, On Such As Dare Approach Them, Be Untouch'd? They Must--nay, 'tis In Vain To Make Resistance-- Be Often Kissed And Tasted.