Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily... Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess