Sonnet on his Blindness.
They also serve who only stand and wait.
Second Sonnet to Cyriac Skinner.
Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
Sonnet on his Deceased Wife.
But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,
I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night.