You Kiss By Th' Book.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor Ones, Poor Ones May Make What Price They Will

The Liquid Drops Of Tears That You Have Shed Shall Come Again, Transform'd To Orient Pearl, Advantaging Their Loan With Interest Of Ten Times Double Gain Of Happiness.

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.