Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To

It Is To Be All Made Of Fantasy, All Made Of Passion And All Made Of Wishes, All Adoration, Duty, And Observance, All Humbleness, All Patience And Impatience, All Purity, All Trial, All Observance

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

Forget, Forgive; Conclude, And Be Agreed.

Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore, An Embossed Carbuncle In My Corrupted Blood.