Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

And Why Not Death Rather Than Living Torment? To Die Is To Be Banish'd From Myself; And Silvia Is Myself: Banish'd From Her Is Self From Self: A Deadly Banishment!

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.