Wisdom Cries Out In The

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

Take Her Away; For She Hath Lived Too Long, To Fill The World With Vicious Qualities.

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.