Love Sees With The Heart And Not

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Then Love-devouring Death Do What He Dare.

They May Seize On The White Wonder Of Dear Juliet's Hand And Steal Immortal Blessing From Her Lips, Who, Even In Pure And Vestal Modesty, Still Blush, As Thinking Their Own Kisses Sin.

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

That Island Of England Breeds Very Valiant Creatures; Their Mastiffs Are Of Unmatchable Courage.