Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.

It Is A Word That's Quickly Spoken, Which Being Unrestrained, A Heart Is Broken

It Is More Noble By Silence To Avoid An Injury Than By Argument To Overcome It.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!