I Wasted Time, And Now

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

I Cannot Speak Your England.

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.