I Do Love I Know Not What;

What Is A Kiss? Why This, As Some Approve: The Sure, Sweet Cement, Glue, And Lime Of Love.

I'll Write, Because I'll Give - You Critics Means To Live; For Should I Not Supply - The Cause, The Effect Would Die

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

The May-pole Is Up, Now Give Me The Cup; I'll Drink To The Garlands Around It; But First Unto Those Whose Hands Did Compose The Glory Of Flowers That Crown'd It.