We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave

The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

Farewell The Plumed Troop, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue! O, Farewell! Farewell The Neighing Steed And The Shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, Th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, And All Quality, Pride, Pomp, And Circumstance Of Glorious War!

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.

We Will Meet; And There We May Rehearse Most Obscenely And Courageously.