So They Loved As Love In Twain

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.

My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless Death.

For This, Be Sure, Tonight Thou Shalt Have Cramps, Side-stitches That Shall Pen Thy Breath Up. Urchins Shall Forth At Vast Of Night That They May Work All Exercise On Thee. Thou Shalt Be Pinched As Thick As Honeycomb, Each Pinch More Stinging Than Bees That Made 'em.

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.