All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.