Love Built On Beauty, Soon As Beauty,

Be More Than Man, Or Thou'rt Less Than An Ant.

But Think That We Are But Turned Aside To Sleep.

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.

Death Be Not Proud, Though Some Have Called Thee Mighty And Dreadful, For Thou Art Not So. For, Those, Whom Thou Think'st Thou Dost Overthrow. Die Not, Poor Death, Nor Yet Canst Thou Kill Me.

For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And Let Me Love.