Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This

They May Seize On The White Wonder Of Dear Juliet's Hand And Steal Immortal Blessing From Her Lips, Who, Even In Pure And Vestal Modesty, Still Blush, As Thinking Their Own Kisses Sin.

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.

... By Indirections Find Directions Out.

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.