When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.

Come Away, Come Away, Death, And In Sad Cypres Let Me Be Laid; Fly Away, Fly Away, Breath; I Am Slain By A Fair Cruel Maid.

For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek To Me.