For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

I Cannot, Nor I Will Not Hold Me Still; My Tongue, Though Not My Heart, Shall Have His Will.