How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my t >>
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess. >>
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts benighted walks under >>
I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bo >>
The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her. >>
One who has not only the four S's, which are required in every good lo >>
These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.