The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.
Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose.
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.