Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons. I'll Tell You Who Time Ambles Withal, Who Time Trots Withal, Who Time Gallops Withal, And Who He Stands Still Withal.

You Kiss By Th' Book.