I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.

A Very Scurvy Fellow.

Better Be With The Dead, Whom We To Gain Our Peace, Have Sent To Peace, Than On The Torture Of The Mind To Lie In Restless Ecstasy.

The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.