If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

I Will Make A Star-chamber Matter Of It.

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.

I Take Thee At Thy Word: Call Me But Love, And I'll Be New Baptized; Henceforth I Never Will Be Romeo.