If People Knew How Much I Hated

O Lord That Lends Me Life, Lend Me A Heart Replete With Thankfulness!

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.

This Wimpled, Whining, Purblind, Wayward Boy, This Senior Junior, Giant Dwarf...cupid.

Wisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem Vile; Filths Savour But Themselves.