A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.

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

No .... Holy Father, Throw Away That Thought. Believe Not That The Dribbling Dart Of Love Can Pierce A Complete Bosom.

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

You Kiss By Th' Book.

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.