The Law Hath Not Been

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.

A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

For Thou Hast Given Me In This Beauteous Face A World Of Earthly Blessings To My Soul, If Sympathy Of Love Unite Our Thoughts.