There Is Flattery In Friendship.

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.

The World Must Be Peopled!

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

Thou Art A Soul In Bliss; But I Am Bound Upon A Wheel Of Fire; That Mine Own Tears Do Scald Like Molten Lead.

I Fill Up A Place, Which May Be Better... When I Have Made It Empty.