So Many Laws Argues So Many Sins.

Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body Or Mind Appointed.

Lethe, The River Of Oblivion, Rolls His Watery Labyrinth, Which Whoso Drinks Forgets Both Joy And Grief.

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

Forget Thyself To Marble.

Fairy Elves, Whose Midnight Revels By A Forest Side Or Fountain Some Belated Peasant Sees, Or Dreams He Sees, While Overhead The Moon Sits Arbitress.