Nor Aught So Good But Strained From

Death Rock Me Asleep.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

If Your Mind Dislike Anything Obey It

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

O, The Blood More Stirs To Rouse A Lion Than To Start A Hare!