Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.