All Love's Pleasure Shall Not Match Its

Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.