You Have Witchcraft In Your

What Win I, If I Gain The Thing I Seek? A Dream, A Breath, A Froth Of Fleeting Joy. Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sells Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Sweet Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy? Or What Fond Beggar, But To Touch The Crown, Would With The Sceptre Straight Be Strucken Down?

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.