Alas, That Love, Whose View

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

Why Are Our Bodies Soft, And Weak, And Smooth But That Our Soft Conditions And Our Hearts Should Well Agree With Our External Parts?

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.