Young Men Mend Not Their Sight By

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.

Batter My Heart, Three-personed God, For You As Yet But Knock; Breathe, Shine, And Seek To Mend; That I May Rise, And Stand, O'erthrow Me, And Bend Your Force To Break, Blow, Burn, And Make Me New.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve

The Phoenix Riddle Hath More Wit By Us, We Two Being One, Are It. So To One Neutral Thing Both Sexes Fit, We Die And Rise The Same, And Prove Mysterious By This Love.