Love Is Like A Child, That Longs

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.