Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.