They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis

I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell. Though All Things Foul Would Wear The Brows Of Grace, Yet Grace Must Still Look So.

Teeth Hadst Thou In Thy Head When Thou Wast Born, To Signify Thou Camest To Bite The World.