Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And

My Free Drift Halts Not Particularly, But Moves Itself In A Wide Sea Of Wax; No Levelled Malice Infects One Comma In The Course I Hold, But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.