Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven.

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From The World-wearied Flesh

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

They Met So Near With Their Lips That Their Breaths Embraced Together.