Golden Lads And Girls All Must As

All Dark And Comfortless.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do Cry Out Itself, 'enough, Enough, And Die.