Love Goes Toward Love.

The Lunatic, The Lover, And The Poet, Are Of Imagination All Compact.

Give Me That Man That Is Not Passion's Slave, And I Will Wear Him In My Heart's Core, In My Heart Of Heart, As I Do Thee.

'tis Best To Weigh The Enemy More Mighty Than He Seems.

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them