Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A

How Sometimes Nature Will Betray Its Folly, Its Tenderness, And Make Itself A Pastime To Harder Bosoms!

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.