Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

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

Show Me Thy Feet, Show Me Thy Legs, Thy Thighs Show Me Those Fleshy Principalities; Show Me That Hill Where Smiling Love Doth Sit, Having A Living Fountain Under It; Show Me Thy Waist, Then Let Me There Withal, By The Ascension Of Thy Lawn, See All.

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Then Be Not Coy, But Use Your Time; And While Ye May, Go Marry: For Having Lost But Once Your Prime, You May For Ever Tarry.

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.