Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

Quote: What Angel Wakes Me From My Flowery Bed?

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?