For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

Ten Masts Make Not The Altitude Which Thou Hast Perpendicularly Fell. Thy Life's A Miracle.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity