For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

But I Remember Now I Am In This Earthly World, Where To Do Harm Is Often Laudable, To Do Good Sometime Accounted Dangerous Folly.

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.

Quote: What Angel Wakes Me From My Flowery Bed?

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!