Let's enter, and discourse our Loves; these are, my dear, no tell-tale groves! There dwell no Pyes, nor Parrots there, to prate again the words they heare. Nor babling Echo, that will tell the neighbouring hills one syllable.
– Thomas Randolph
Stolen sweets are always sweeter; stolen kisses much completer; stolen looks are nice in chapels; stolen, stolen be your apples.
– Thomas Randolph
We sit and talk, and kiss away the hours as chastely as the morning dews kiss flowers: I touch her, like my beads, with devout care, and come unto my courtship as my prayer.