Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.

Death Rock Me Asleep.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man