Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.

Who Riseth From A Feast With That Keen Appetite That He Sits Down?

I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.