Among The Writers Of All Ages, Some

Who Can In Reason Then Or Right Assume Monarchy Over Such As Live By Right His Equals, If In Power Or Splendor Less, In Freedom Equal?

Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The Neat-handed Phillis Dresses.

And Feel By Turns The Bitter Change Of Fierce Extremes, Extremes By Change More Fierce.

Death Is The Golden Key That Opens The Palace Of Eternity.

... Then There Was War In Heaven. But It Was Not Angels. It Was That Small Golden Zeppelin, Like A Long Oval World, High Up. It Seemed As If The Cosmic Order Were Gone, As If There Had Come A New Order, A New Heavens Above Us: And As If The World In Anger Were Trying To Revoke It.