Never Find Fault With The Absent.

What Is It To Be Wise? 'tis But To Know How Little Can Be Known, To See All Others' Faults, And Feel Our Own.

How Vast A Memory Has Love!

No, Make Me Mistress To The Man I Love; If There Be Yet Another Name More Free More Fond Than Mistress, Make Me That To Thee!

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!