Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

To Business That We Love We Rise Betime, And Go To't With Delight.

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear