Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be.

Watch Tonight, Pray Tomorrow. Gallants, Lads, Boys, Hearts Of Gold, All The Titles Of Good Fellowship Come To You!

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.