She Will Die If You Love Her

To You Your Father Should Be As A God; One That Composed Your Beauties, Yea, And One To Whom You Are But As A Form In Wax, By Him Imprinted, And Within His Power To Leave The Figure Or Disfigure It.

Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!