He That Is Giddy Thinks The World

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

Women Are Not In Their Best Fortunes Strong, But Want Will Perjure The Ne'er-touched Vestal.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?

I Was A Coward On Instinct.