God Defend The Right.

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.

Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite. No Motion Of The Liver, But The Palate

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.