A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted.

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.