When I Waked, I Cried To Dream

... I Am At War 'twixt Will And Will Not.

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

They Met So Near With Their Lips That Their Breaths Embraced Together.

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?