Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

Why Then, O Brawling Love! O Loving Hate! O Any Thing, Of Nothing First Create! O Heavy Lightness, Serious Vanity, Misshapen Chaos Of Well-seeming Forms, Feather Of Lead, Bright Smoke, Cold Fire, Sick Health, Still-waking Sleep, That Is Not What It Is! This Love Feel I, That Feel No Love In This.

If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My Purpose Should Not Fail With Me.

Who Could Refrain That Had A Heart To Love And In That Heart Courage To Make Love Known?

I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's Lap