How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be Proud; For Grief Is Proud, And Makes His Owner Stoop.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.