And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And

I Had Rather Be A Toad, And Live Upon The Vapor Of A Dungeon Than Keep A Corner In The Thing I Love For Others Uses.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You