There's Beggary In Love That Can Be

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By, And Then His State Empties Itself, As Dot An Inland Brook Into The Main Of Waters.

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.