O Serpent Heart Hid With A Flowering

O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic, Let It Be An Art Lawful As Eating.

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

How Sweet The Moonlight Sleeps Upon This Bank! Here Will We Sit, And Let The Sounds Of Music Creep In Our Ears; Soft Stillness And The Night Become The Touches Of Sweet Harmony. Sit, Jessica: Look, How The Floor Of Heaven Is Thick Inlaid With Patines Of Bright Gold; There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings, Still Quiring To The Young-eyed Cherubins. Such Harmony Is In Immortal Souls; But Whilst This Muddy Vesture Of Decay Doth Grossly Close It In, We Cannot Hear It.