If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more than such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?