She Whom I Love Is Hard To

The Well Of True Wit Is Truth Itself.

It's Past Parsons To Console Us: No, Nor No Doctor Fetch For Me: I Can Die Without My Bolus; Two Of A Trade, Lass, Never Agree! Parson And Doctor!--don't They Love Rarely Fighting The Devil In Other Men's Fields! Stand Up Yourself And Match Him Fairly: Then See How The Rascal Yields!

Could I Find A Place To Be Alone With Heaven, I Would Speak My Heart Out Heaven Is My Need.

A Kiss Is But A Kiss Now! And No Wave Of A Great Flood That Whirls Me To The Sea. But, As You Will! We'll Sit Contentedly, And Eat Our Pot Of Honey On The Grave.

The Most Dire Disaster In Love Is The Death Of Imagination.