Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought,

When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again

Come Unto These Yellow Sands, And Then Take Hands. Curtsied When You Have And Kissed The Wild Waves Whist, Foot Is Featly Here And There; And, Sweet Sprites, The Burden Bear. Ariel's Song, Scene Ii, Act I

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment.