Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself And Trust No Agent.

I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath Pursued Me

I Love You More Than Word Can Wield The Matter, Dearer Than Eye-sight, Space And Liberty

I Know A Bank Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows, Quite Over-canopied With Luscious Woodbine, With Sweet Musk-roses And With Eglantine.

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.