What My Tongue Dares Not That My

... The Spring, The Summer, The Chilling Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries; And The Mazed World By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.

The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good Will.

Infirm Of Purpose! Give Me The Daggers: The Sleeping And The Dead Are But As Pictures: ‘tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.