All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.

Confess And Be Hanged.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?