Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In

Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing.

On Your Eyelids Crown The God Of Sleep, Charming Your Blood With Pleasing Heaviness, Making Such Difference 'twixt Wake And Sleep As Is The Difference Betwixt Day And Night The Hour Before The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

There's Villainous News Abroad.