What My Tongue Dares Not That My

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

Self-love Is The Most Inhibited Sin In The Canon.

O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance Of A Block.