I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

So. Lie There, My Art.

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.