Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.

I Am Not Mad; I Would To Heaven I Were! For Then, 'tis Like I Should Forget Myself; O, If I Could, What Grief Should I Forget!

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds Man's Might.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.