Do You Not Know I Am A

Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore, An Embossed Carbuncle In My Corrupted Blood.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

If He Be So Resolved, I Can O'ersway Him; For He Loves To Hear That Unicorns May Be Betrayed With Trees And Bears With Glasses, Elephants With Holes, Lions With Toils, And Men With Flatterers