All Love's Pleasure Shall Not Match Its

I'll Never Be Such A Gosling To Obey Instinct, But Stand As Is A Man Were Author Of Himself And Knew No Other Kin.

The Readiness Is All.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.