Of Love, That Fairest Joys Give Most

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This Aged Man And Poor.

I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i Choose The Latter.

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.