Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

O, Thou Art Fairer Than The Evening Air Clad In The Beauty Of A Thousand Stars.

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.

I Am Envy, Begotten Of A Chimney-sweeper And An Oyster-wife. I Cannot Read, And Therefore Wish All Books Were Burnt; I Am Lean With Seeing Others Eat - O That There Would Come A Famine Through All The World, That All Might Die, And I Live Alone; Then Thou Should'st See How Fat I Would Be! But Must Thou Sit And I Stand? Come Down, With A Vengeance!