Love Bears It Out Even

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See