If It Will Feed Nothing

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.

What, All So Soon Asleep! I Wish Mine Eyes Would, With Themselves, Shut Up My Thoughts.

For What Is Wedlock Forced But A Hell, An Age Of Discord And Continual Strife? Whereas The Contrary Bringeth Bliss, And Is A Pattern Of Celestial Peace.

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

This Sanguine Coward, This Bed-presser, This Horseback-breaker, This Huge Hill Of Flesh!