Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.