Which Means She To Deceive, Father Or

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still For That Which Longer Nurseth The Disease, Feeding On That Which Doth Preserve The Ill, Th' Uncertain Sickly Appetite To Please. My Reason, The Physician To My Love, Angry That His Prescriptions Are Not Kept, Hath Left Me, And I Desperate Now Approve Desire Is Death, Which Physic Did Except.

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.