He Does It With Better Grace, But

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.

Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething Brains Such Shaping Fantasies, That Apprehend More Than Cool Reason Ever Comprehends.

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell