Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

Love Is Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love." -

Write Till Your Ink Be Dry, And With Your Tears Moist It Again, And Frame Some Feeling Line That May Discover Such Integrity.