RomanticDave BontaLove’s alchemyI dined with her and found what heat the alchemist took home in a bottle: a letter from July, wind and fever.
ContemplativeDave BontaHorticulturedthe garden gives me nothing I am glad after love or great disorder in an unknown nest I could be quiet
DreamyDave BontaRose-colored glassesI saw the ships set off at the beginning of love but I know not whether I shall see a dolphin.
RomanticDave BontaBy any other nameThis rose at her door called me to know her, the day very pleasant, though the way bad and I a newborn, my head aching.
CheerfulDave BontaFebruary romanceDine me, wine me, know me and Valentine me, please me, give me a spoonful of honey for my cold.
RomanticDave BontaCheating on DeathI go to the wine-house to know my fear of losing time and make an ordinary lay a mad love.
CheerfulDave BontaMaterialistMy stuff all alone and calling me, I went home. We love one another. We cannot part.
RomanticDave BontaTravel SongThis morning I will go to Constantinople where the woman I love sells child’s coats. Last night I sent for my chest and put on my black silk for joy.
RomanticDave BontaMuseThis morning I was taken with a comely woman: not handsome but a woman of the best language that ever I heard any in my life. I took leave to go to the office and could not return.
CheerfulDave BontaNew StockingsLove is like hose here on Little Queen Street to a vain and simple lieutenant with a mind full of lace.