He That Will Have A Cake Out

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.