I Swear Again, I Would Not Be

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.

God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourself Another.

Love Is Merely A Madness, And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do.

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.