Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs, Their fear of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain In life's uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.

Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

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