Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time,

As The Fertilest Ground, Must Be Manured, So Must The Highest Flying Wit Have A Daedalus To Guide Him.

Who Doth Desire That Chaste His Wife Should Be, First Be He True, For Truth Doth Truth Deserve.

Take Thou Of Me, Sweet Pillowes, Sweetest Bed; A Chamber Deafe Of Noise, And Blind Of Light, A Rosie Garland And A Weary Hed.

Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And Delight.

Woman Was Formed To Admire; Man To Be Admirable. His Are The Glories Of The Sun At Noonday; Hers The Softened Splendors Of The Midnight Moon.