He That Dies This Year

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight

O, Reason Not The Need!

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art, As Those Whose Beauties Proudly Make Them Cruel; For Well Thou Know'st To My Dear Doting Heart Thou Art The Fairest And Most Precious Jewel.