They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

Love Comforteth Like Sunshine After Rain, But Lust's Effect Is Tempest After Sun; Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain, Lust's Winter Comes Ere Summer Half Be Done; Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

We Cannot All Be Masters.

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.