I Say There Is No Darkness But

Had I But Died An Hour Before This Chance, I Had Liv'd A Blessed Time; For, From This Instant, There's Nothing Serious In Mortality: All Is But Toys; Renown, And Grace Is Dead; The Wine Of Life Is Drawn, And The Mere Lees Is Left This Vault To Brag Of.

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

Love Is Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love." -

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror

Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.