On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly

Dream On, Dream On, Of Bloody Deeds And Death.

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma Or A Hideous Dream.