Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind, Thou Art Not So Unkind As Mans Ingratitude Thy Tooth Is Not So Keen, Because Thou Art Not Seen, Although Thy Breath Be Rude. Heigh-ho Sing, Heigh-ho Unto The Green Holly Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly. Then Heigh-ho The Holly This Life Is Most Jolly. Freeze, Freeze, Thou Bitter Sky, That Dost Not Bite So Nigh As Benefits Forgot Though Thou The Waters Warp, Thy Sting Is Not So Sharp As Friend Rememberd Not.

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!