Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

Virtue Is Beauty, But The Beauteous Evil. Are Empty Trunks O'erflourished By The Devil.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.

Despair And Die. The Ghosts

God Defend The Right.