. . . Change Is The Nursery

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

Nature Hath No Goal Though She Hath Law.

The Distance From Nothing To A Little, Is Ten Thousand Times More, Than From It To The Highest Degree In This Life.

Lust-bred Diseases Rot Thee.

Send Home My Long Strayed Eyes To Me, Which (oh) Too Long Have Dwelt On Thee.