I Am Rich Beyond The Dreams Of

Beauty Has Wings, And Too Hastily Flies, And Love, Unrewarded, Soon Sickens And Dies.

Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.

Can't I Another's Face Commend, Or To Her Virtues Be A Friend, But Instantly Your Forehead Louers, As If Her Merit Lessen'd Yours?

The Hours I Spend With You I Look Upon As Sort Of A Perfumed Garden, A Dim Twilight, And A Fountain Singing To It. You And You Alone Make Me Feel That I Am Alive. Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.

But From The Hoop's Bewitching Round, Her Very Shoe Has Power To Wound.