And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities

Virtue That Transgresses Is But Patched With Sin; And Sin That Amends Is But Patched With Virtue.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.