At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve

True And False Fears Let Us Refrain, Let Us Love Nobly, And Live, And Add Again Years And Years Unto Years, Till We Attain To Write Threescore ; This Is The Second Of Our Reign.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is The Day's.

For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And Let Me Love.