O, I Do Not Like That Paying

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.

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

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

You Must Not Think That We Are Made Of Stuff So Fat And Dull That We Can Let Our Beard Be Shook With Danger And Think It Pastime.

The Fashion Of The World Is To Avoid Cost, And You Encounter It.