I Neglect God And His Angles For

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

Up Then, Fair Phoenix Bride, Frustrate The Sun; Thyself From Thine Affection Takest Warmth Enough, And From Thine Eye All Lesser Birds Will Take Their Jollity. Up, Up, Fair Bride, And Call Thy Stars From Out Their Several Boxes, Take Thy Rubies, Pearls, And Diamonds Forth, And Make Thyself A Constellation Of Them All; And By Their Blazing Signify That A Great Princess Falls, But Doth Not Die. Be Thou A New Star, That To Us Portends Ends Of Much Wonder; And Be Thou Those Ends.

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow Your Trumpets, Angels.