The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.

Here Come The Lovers, Full Of Joy And Mirth.— Joy, Gentle Friends! Joy And Fresh Days Of Love Accompany Your Hearts!

How Hard It Is To Hide The Sparks Of Nature!

Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows.