Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward,

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!