We Credit Most Our Sight; One Eye

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

Some Asked Me Where The Rubies Grew, And Nothing I Did Say; But With My Finger Pointed To The Lips Of Julia.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

Thou Art My Life, My Love, My Heart, The Very Eyes Of Me: And Hast Command Of Every Part To Live And Die For Thee.

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.