Ornament Is But The Guiled

A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All The Skyey Influences.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

Come, Lady, Die To Live.

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream