Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But

Have I Thought Long To See This Morning’s Face, And Doth It Give Me Such A Sight As This?

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

Do Not Banish Reason For Inequality; But Let Your Reason Serve To Make The Truth Appear Where It Seems Hid, And Hide The False Seems True.