The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still.

This Senior-junior, Giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent Of Love-rhymes, Lord Of Folded Arms, The Anointed Sovereign Of Sighs And Groans, Liege Of All Loiterers And Malcontents.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.