A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

... By Indirections Find Directions Out.

Care I For The Limb, The Thews, The Stature, Bulk, And Big Assemblance Of A Man! Give Me The Spirit.

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.