Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Reputation, Reputation, Reputation! O, I Ha' Lost My Reputation, I Ha' Lost The Immortal Part Of Myself, And What Remains Is Bestial!

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presages Of My Speaking Breast.