She's Good, Being Gone.

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.

Lovers Ever Run Before The Clock

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.