Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.