Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.
I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.
Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
To wipe off the froth of falsehood from the foaming lips of inebriated virtue, when fresh from the sexless orgies of morality and reeling from the delirious riot of religion, may doubtless be a charitable office.