Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

It Is Not Politic In The Commonwealth Of Nature To Preserve Virginity. Loss Of Virginity Is Rational Increase, And There Was Never Virgin Got Till Virginity Was First Lost. That You Were Made Of Is Metal To Make Virgins. Virginity, By Being Once Lost, May Be Ten Times Found: By Being Ever Kept, It Is Ever Lost. ’tis Too Cold A Companion: Away With ’t!

To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted Out Of Fear.

I Have A Kind Soul That Would Give You Thanks. And Knows Not How To Do It But With Tears.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.