Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

I Was Adored Once Too.

Omittance Is No Quittance.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A Course Of Impious Stubbornness: 'tis Unmanly Grief.