Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

As Is Your Sort Of Mind, So Is Your Sort Of Search: You Will Find What You Desire.

Stand Still, True Poet That You Are! I Know You; Let Me Try And Draw You. Some Night You'll Fail Us: When Afar You Rise, Remember One Man Saw You, Knew You, And Named A Star!