Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness, Did Lay Siege To It, Making It Momentary As A Sound, Swift As A Shadow, Short As Any Dream, Brief As The Lightning In The Collied Night That, In A Spleen, Unfolds Both Heaven And Earth, And Ere A Man Hath Power To Say 'behold!' The Jaws Of Darkness Do Devour It Up; So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.

I Had Rather Be A Dog, And Bay The Moon, Than Such A Roman.