Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In Anger.

Whats Here A Cup Closed In My True Loves Hand Poisin I See Hath Been His Timeless End. Oh Churl Drunk All And Left No Friendly Drop To Help Me After. I Will Kiss Thy Lips Some Poisin Doth Hang On Them, To Help Me Die With A Restorative. Thy Lips Are Warm. Yea Noise Then Ill Be Brief Oh Happy Dagger This Is Thy Sheath. There Rust And Let Me Die.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.