I Wonder Men Dare Trust

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

More Matter With Less Art.

They Say, The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention, Like Deep Harmony; Where Words Are Scarce, They're Seldom Spent In Vain; For They Breathe Truth, That Breathe Their Words In Pain.

What Should Such Fellows As I Do Crawling Between Earth And Heaven?

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.