Tis Not The Food, But The Content,

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Livethy Protestant To Be,or Bid Me Love, And I Will Givea Loving Heart To Thee.

Against Diseases Here The Strongest Fence Is The Defensive Vertue, Abstinence.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.