“O Rose, thou art sick.The invisible wormThat flies in the nightIn the howling stormHas found out thy bedOf crimson joy,And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.”

“Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.”

“Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.”

“Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.”

“Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.”

“Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

“Thou art a manGod is no moreThy own humanityLearn to adore”