What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not

If People Knew How Much I Hated Them, They'd Love Me For Holding It In.

For What Good Turn? Messenger: For The Best Turn Of The Bed.

So Long As Men Can Breathe, Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

I Kissed Thee Ere I Killed Thee. No Way But This, Killing Myself, To Die Upon A Kiss.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.