A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth, And Thus Do We Of Wisdom And Of Reach, With Windlasses And With Assays Of Bias, By Indirections Find Directions Out.

Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!