Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

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

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises.

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.

A Wild Dedication Of Yourselves To Undiscovered Waters, Undreamed Shores.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.