I Have Not Slept One Wink.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.​​​​​​

O, Reason Not The Need!

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.