For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And

Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And Then, In This, The Intelligence That Moves, Devotion Is.

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

I Do Not Love A Man, Except I Hate His Vices, Because Those Vices Are The Enemies, And The Destruction Of That Friend Whom I Love.

Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall Hate All Women So, When Thou Art Gone.

I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.