I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest

Though Sages May Pour Out Their Wisdom's Treasure, There Is No Sterner Moralist Than Pleasure.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away; A Single Laugh Demolish'd The Right Arm Of His Own Country.

Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.