Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Washed With Dew.

What My Tongue Dares Not That My Heart Shall Say

A Harmless Necessary Cat.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!