Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of

Yet This My Comfort: When Your Words Are Done, My Woes End Likewise With The Evening Sun.

He Is Dead And Gone, Lady, He Is Dead And Gone; At His Head A Grass-green Turf, At His Heels A Stone.

Grief Makes One Hour Ten.

Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.