Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

Speak To Me As To Thy Thinkings, As Thou Dost Ruminate, And Give Thy Worst Of Thoughts The Worst Of Words.

To Sleep Perchance To Dream