He's Just, Your Cousin, Ay, Abhorrently, He'd

With Stammering Lips And Insufficient Sound I Strive And Struggle To Deliver Right The Music Of My Nature.

Death Forerunneth Love To Win "sweetest Eyes Were Ever Seen."

What Frightens Me Is That Men Are Content With What Is Not Life At All.

I Work With Patience, Which Is Almost Power.

And Chaucer, With His Infantine Familiar Clasp Of Things Divine.