I Say There Is No Darkness But

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.

So Sweet Was Ne'er So Fatal. I Must Weep. But They Are Creul Tears. This Sorrow's Heavenly; It Strikes Where It Doth Love.

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.