To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Besides, Our Nearness To The King In Love Is Near The Hate Of Those Love Not The King.

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet