The Person Lives Twice Who Lives The

Bid Me Despair, And I'll Despair,under That Cypress Tree;or Bid Me Die, And I Will Daree'en Death, To Die For Thee.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

You Say To Me-wards Your Affection's Strong; Pray Love Me Little, So You Love Me Long.

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.

Let My Muse Fail Of Thy Former Helps, And Only Use Her Inadulterate Strength. What's Done By Me Hereafter Shall Smell Of The Lamp, Not Thee.