O You Virtuous Owle, The

Inquisitiveness Is An Uncomely Guest.

He Whom Passion Rules, Is Bent To Meet His Death.

High-erected Thoughts Seated In The Heart Of Courtesy.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

It Is Cruelty In War That Buyeth Conquest.