There Is Flattery In Friendship.

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.

Yea From The Table Of My Memory I'll Wipe Away All Trivial Fond Records.