Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven