Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.

Freely We Serve, Because Freely We Love.

Fairy Elves, Whose Midnight Revels By A Forest Side Or Fountain Some Belated Peasant Sees, Or Dreams He Sees, While Overhead The Moon Sits Arbitress.

Dark With Excessive Bright.

Now Morn, Her Rosy Steps In Th' Eastern Clime Advancing, Sow'd The Earth With Orient Pearl, When Adam Wak'd, So Custom'd; For His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For Smiles From Reason Flow.