And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

I Am That Merry Wanderer Of The Night.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!