The Body Is The Soul's

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.

We Credit Most Our Sight; One Eye Doth Please Our Trust Farre More Than Ten Eare-witnesses.

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.