There Is No Creature Loves Me; And

We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be.

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.