Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

See How She Leans Her Cheek Upon Her Hand. O, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand That I Might Touch That Cheek!

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.