Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.