There Is No Creature Loves Me; And

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.

The Cunning Livery Of Hell.

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

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.