T is the will that makes the action good or ill.

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.