I Never Yet Did Hear, That The

To Do A Great Right Do A Little Wrong.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

It Is To Be All Made Of Fantasy, All Made Of Passion And All Made Of Wishes, All Adoration, Duty, And Observance, All Humbleness, All Patience And Impatience, All Purity, All Trial, All Observance

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.