Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse,

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

I Fill Up A Place, Which May Be Better... When I Have Made It Empty.

Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal For Every One

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.