This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not Gods, Nor Of Them Look For Such Observancy As Fits The Bridal.