Love Will Not Be Spurred To What

All Places That The Eye Of Heaven Visits Are To A Wise Man Ports And Happy Havens. Teach Thy Necessity To Reason Thus; There Is No Virtue Like Necessity.

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.