Love For Thy Love , And Hand

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World, With Vilest Worms To Dwell.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.