Who Are A Little Wise The Best

Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall Hate All Women So, When Thou Art Gone.

And When A Whirl-winde Hath Blowne The Dust Of The Churchyard Into The Church, And Man Sweeps Out The Dust Of The Church Into The Church-yard, Who Will Undertake To Sift Those Dusts Again, And To Pronounce, This Is The Patrician, This Is The Noble Flower, And This The Yeomanly, This The Plebian Bran.

Twice Or Thrice Had I Loved Thee Before I Knew Thy Face Or Name, So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Oft, And Worshiped Be.

Nature's Great Masterpiece, An Elephant; The Only Harmless Great Thing.

I Did Best When I Had Least Truth For My Subjects.