I Always Take Blushing Either For A

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.

Beauty Is The Lover's Gift.

Come, Come, Leave Business To Idlers, And Wisdom To Fools: They Have Need Of 'em: Wit Be My Faculty, And Pleasure My Occupation, And Let Father Time Shake His Glass.

Nor Hell A Fury, Like A Woman Scorn'd.

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.