My Thoughts And I Were Of Another

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.

Prevent Your Day At Morning.

A Good Poet's Made As Well As Born.

Good Men But See Death, The Wicked Taste It.

Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes, And I Will Pledge With Mine; Or Leave A Kiss But In The Cup And I'll Not Look For Wine.