On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly

Why Then, O Brawling Love! O Loving Hate! O Any Thing, Of Nothing First Create! O Heavy Lightness, Serious Vanity, Misshapen Chaos Of Well-seeming Forms, Feather Of Lead, Bright Smoke, Cold Fire, Sick Health, Still-waking Sleep, That Is Not What It Is! This Love Feel I, That Feel No Love In This.

Truly The Souls Of Men Are Full Of Dread: Ye Cannot Reason Almost With A Man That Looks Not Heavily And Full Of Fear.

He's Loved Of The Distracted Multitude, Who Like Not In Their Judgement, But Their Eyes.

Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.