O Death, Made Proud With Pure And

What Is The City But The People?

Ay, But Hearken, Sir; Though The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air, I Am One That Am Nourished By My Victuals, And Would Fain Have Meat.

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.

Be Not Afeard; The Isle Is Full Of Noises.