Here I And Sorrows Sit;

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise

The Eye Sees All, But The Mind Shows Us What We Want To See.

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.