Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." --

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

Therefore, To Be Possess'd With Double Pomp, To Guard A Title That Was Rich Before, To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily, To Throw A Perfume On The Violet, To Smooth The Ice, Or Add Another Hue Unto The Rainbow, Or With Taper-light To Seek The Beauteous Eye Of Heaven To Garnish, Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?