The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
Let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders; the female life lives from the light of the male: see a man's female dependants, you know the man.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.