Tax Not So Bad A Voice To

We, Ignorant Of Ourselves, Beg Often Our Own Harms, Which The Wise Powers Deny Us For Our Good; So Find We Profit By Losing Of Our Prayers.

Love Is Merely A Madness.

Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance Dear

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.