Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of Jealousy

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.