I Understand A Fury In Your Words

O God, I Could Be Bound In A Nutshell, And Count Myself A King Of Infinite Space – Were It Not That I Have Bad Dreams.

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.

O, How Full Of Briers Is This Working-day World!

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.