The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Come, Seeling Night, Scarf Up The Tender Eye Of Pitiful Day, And With Thy Bloody And Invisible Hand Cancel And Tear To Pieces That Great Bond Which Keeps Me Pale. Light Thickens, And The Crow Makes Wing To Th' Rooky Wood. Good Things Of Day Begin To Droop And Drowse, While Night's Black Agents To Their Prey Do Rouse.