Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

The Iron Tongue Of Midnight Hath Told Twelve Lovers, To Bed; 'tis Almost Fairy Time. I Fear We Shall Outstep The Coming Morn As Much As We This Night Over-watch'd.

Their Manners Are More Gentle, Kind, Than Of Our Human Generation You Shall Find.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.