Tis Visible Silence, Still As The Hour-glass.

The Sea Hath No King But God Alone.

If God In His Wisdom Have Brought Closethe Day When I Must Die,that Day By Water Or Fire Or Airmy Feet Shall Fall In The Destined Snarewherever My Road May Lie.

Beauty Without The Beloved Is A Like A Sword Through The Heart.

Sometimes Thou Seem'st Not As Thyself Alone, But As The Meaning Of All Things That Are.

Look In My Face; My Name Is Might-have-been; I Am Also Call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.