How Is It That The Clouds Still

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought, Is Better.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.