Beauty Is Nature's Brag, And Must Be

Can Any Mortal Mixture Of Earth's Mould Breathe Such Divine Enchanting Ravishment?

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

I On The Other Side Us'd No Ambition To Commend My Deeds; The Deeds Themselves, Though Mute, Spoke Loud The Doer.

Where Shame Is, There Is Also Fear.

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!