Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This,

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.