Life XI. Much madness is divinest sense (435) MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. 2
An Immorality Sing we for love and idleness, Naught else is worth the having. Though I have been in many a land There is naught else in living. And I would rather have my sweet, 1
The Mask “PUT off that mask of burning gol With emerald eyes.” “O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise And yet not cold.” 6
Sonnet CXVI: Let me not to the Marriage of True Minds Let me not to the marriage of true Admit impediments. Love is not lo Which alters when it alteration fi Or bends with the remover to remov O no! it is an ever—fixed mark 2 13
Sonnet LXXVIII: Body's Beauty Of Adam’s first wife, Lilith, it (The witch he loved before the gif That, ere the snake’s, her sweet t And her enchanted hair was the fir And still she sits, young while th 1 2
In Flanders Field In Flanders fields the poppies bl Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sk The larks, still bravely singing, Scarce heard amid the guns below. 1 3