Who Are A Little Wise The Best

I Neglect God And His Angles For The Noise Of A Fly, For The Rattling Of A Coach, For The Whining Of A Door.

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.

How Great Love Is, Presence Best Trial Makes, But Absence Tries How Long This Love Will Be.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall Hate All Women So, When Thou Art Gone.