From Uncoupled Couplets By William Cole

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
All I can do is blame it on her youth.

ROBERT HERRICK
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
The outline of her girdle shows.

ROBERT HERRICK
Gather ye Rosebuds while ye may
But take your little pill each day.

THOMAS CAMPION
There is a garden in her face;
Her dermatologist has the case.

ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
When hounds of spring are on winter’s traces,
The rich take off for warmer places.