Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

The Breach Of Custom Is Breach Of All.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.