Is She Not Passing Fair?

Yet This My Comfort: When Your Words Are Done, My Woes End Likewise With The Evening Sun.

A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit From All Things We See .

It Is A Familiar Beast To Man, And Signifies Love.

The Gray-eyed Morn Smiles On The Frowning Night, Checkering The Eastern Clouds With Streaks Of Light.

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.