And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.

The sow that was washed is turned to her wallowing in the mire.

The sow that was washed is turned to her wallowing in the mire.

Many have an irresistible itch for writing.

Many have an irresistible itch for writing.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

None saies his Garner is full.

None saies his Garner is full.

The life of man is a winter way.

The life of man is a winter way.

We always strive for that which is forbidden, and desire that
which is denied us.

We always strive for that which is forbidden, and desire that
which is denied us.

Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.

Modesty once lost, never returns into favour.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.