A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

This Senior-junior, Giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent Of Love-rhymes, Lord Of Folded Arms, The Anointed Sovereign Of Sighs And Groans, Liege Of All Loiterers And Malcontents.

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.