To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

Ay, But Hearken, Sir; Though The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air, I Am One That Am Nourished By My Victuals, And Would Fain Have Meat.

Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But To Procrastinate His Liveless End.