For Truth Hath Better Deeds

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.