A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

I Have Not Slept One Wink.

A King Of Infinite Space

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.