Men Are Misers, And Women Prodigal, In

There Is A Name Hidden In The Shadow Of My Soul, Where I Read It Night And Day And No Other Eye Sees It.

Modesty And Dew Love The Shade.

Man, Man, Is Thy Brother, And Thy Father Is God.

But Nature Too, Shakes Off Her Sleep Today; By May's Mild Sun We See Reviv'd Her Frame, Around My Window Venus' Birds Proclaim, The Month Most Cherish'd Backwards Bends His Way!

Virginity Is The Poetry, Not The Reality, Of Life.