Then Love-devouring Death Do What

So Long As Men Can Breathe, Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights In Joy.

Now The Melancholy God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Garments Of Changeable Taffeta, For Thy Mind Is Opal.