And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

Ten Masts Make Not The Altitude Which Thou Hast Perpendicularly Fell. Thy Life's A Miracle.

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.