My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short

We Will Meet; And There We May Rehearse Most Obscenely And Courageously.

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

Since I Do Purpose To Marry, I Will Think Nothing To Any Purpose That The World Can Say Against It; And Therefore Never Floutat Me For What I Have Said Against It; For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.