Love Adds A Precious Seeing To The

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.

Come, Swear It, Damn Thyself, Lest, Being Like One Of Heaven, The Devils Themselves Should Fear To Seize Thee; Therefore Be Double-damned, Swear,--thou Art Honest.

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand? Come, Let Me Clutch Thee. I Have Thee Not, And Yet I See Thee Still. Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feeling As To Sight? Or Art Thou But A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?