Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

Or Art Thou But / A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, / Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run.

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.

And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Moulds, All Germens Spill At Once That Makes Ingrateful Man!