Present Joys Are More To Flesh And

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

Learn To Write Well, Or Not To Write At All.

For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of Your Devotion To Me.

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.