The Plants Look Up To

For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lillies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground