I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

We Make Guilty Of Our Disasters The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars; As If We Were Villians By Compulsion.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

I Am Not Prone To Weeping As Our Sex Commonly Are; The Want Of Which Vain Dew Perchance Shall Dry Your Pities; But I Have That Honorable Grief Lodged Here Which Burns Worse Than Tears Drown.