Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

Or Art Thou But / A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, / Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?

Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

If There Were Reason For These Miseries, Then Into Limits Could I Bind My Woes. If The Winds Rages, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threat'ning The Welkin With Its Big-swoll'n Face? And Wilt Though Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea. Hark How Her Sighs Doth Blow. She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

How Hard It Is To Hide The Sparks Of Nature!