Or Are You Like The Painting Of

In Winter's Tedious Nights Sit By The Fire With Good Old Folks, And Let Them Tell Thee Tales Of Woeful Ages, Long Ago Betid

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.