The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins

What My Tongue Dares Not That My Heart Shall Say

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.

My Soul Is In The Sky.

Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile A Sin, As Self-neglecting.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.