Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least

Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.

Delivers In Such Apt And Gracious Words That Aged Ears Play Truant At His Tales; And Younger Hearings Are Quite Ravished; So Sweet And Voluble Is His Discourse.

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By