Send Danger From The East

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.