I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But

Ten Masts Make Not The Altitude Which Thou Hast Perpendicularly Fell. Thy Life's A Miracle.

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's Lap

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.