"Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses; Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, ..."

"Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his b..."

"Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason..."