Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As

You Kiss By Th' Book.

If We Are True To Ourselves, We Can Not Be False To Anyone.

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!