At This Hour Lie At My Mercy

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

If You Would Persuade, You Must Appeal To Interest Rather Than Intellect. We Are Advertis'd By Our Loving Friends.

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

Now I Am Past All Comforts Here, But Prayer.

Wishers Were Ever Fools.