Give Me My Sin Again.

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

The Strawberry Grows Underneath The Nettle And Wholesome Berries Thrive And Ripen Best Neighbour'd By Fruit Of Baser Quality.