My Love's A Noble Madness.

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

I Am As Free As Nature First Made Man, Ere The Base Laws Of Servitude Began, When Wild In Woods The Noble Savage Ran.

None, None Descends Into Himself, To Find The Secret Imperfections Of His Mind: But Every One Is Eagle-ey'd To See Another's Faults, And His Deformity.

Love Is Not In Our Choice But In Our Fate.