Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest, And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From This World-wearied Flesh. Eyes, Look Your Last! Arms, Take Your Last Embrace! And, Lips, O You The Doors Of Breath, Seal With A Righteous Kiss A Dateless Bargain To Engrossing Death!

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

Season Your Admiration For A While.