A Very Scurvy Fellow.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.

O Serpent Heart Hid With A Flowering Face! Did Ever A Dragon Keep So Fair A Cave? Beautiful Tyrant, Feind Angelical, Dove Feather Raven, Wolvish-ravening Lamb! Despised Substance Of Devinest Show, Just Opposite To What Thou Justly Seemest - A Dammed Saint, An Honourable Villain!