I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To

For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To Have Honey A Sauce To Sugar.

Here Feel We But The Penalty Of Adam, The Seasons' Difference, As The Icy Fang And Churlish Chiding Of The Winter's Wind, Which, When It Bites And Blows Upon My Body, Even Till I Shrink With Cold, I Smile.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage Slip.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.