There's No Better Sign Of A Brave

Tis Time To Fear When Tyrants Seem To Kiss.

All Dark And Comfortless.

If There Were Reason For These Miseries, Then Into Limits Could I Bind My Woes. If The Winds Rages, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threat'ning The Welkin With Its Big-swoll'n Face? And Wilt Though Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea. Hark How Her Sighs Doth Blow. She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth.

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.