Stones Have Been Known To Move And

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity