Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

Hereafter, In A Better World Than This, I Shall Desire More Love And Knowledge Of You

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.

Fall Greeks; Fail Fame; Honour Or Go Or Stay; My Major Vow Lies Here, This I'll Obey.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.