All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind,

A Single Word Often Betrays A Great Design.

If I Could Believe That This Was Said Sincerely, I Could Put Up With Anything.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.