They Are In The Very Wrath Of

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

Refrain To-night; And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence, The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature, And Either Master The Devil Or Throw Him Out With Wondrous Potency.

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

At Christmas, I No More Desire A Rose.