When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The Devil Tempts Not Least.

Who With A Little Cannot Be Content, Endures An Everlasting Punishment.

So When Or You Or I Are Made A Fable, Song, Or Fleeting Shade; All Love, All Liking, All Delight Lies Drowned With Us In Endless Night. Then While Time Serves, And We Are But Decaying; Come, My Corinna, Come, Let's Go A Maying.

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.