I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

Time Doth Run With Calm And Silent Foot, Shortening My Days And Thread Of Vital Life.

Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell Is There Must We Ever Be.

O Soul, Be Changed Into Little Waterdrops, / And Fall Into The Ocean, Ne'er Be Found!