Take You Me For A Sponge?

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once Set On Ringing, With Its Own Weight Goes; Then Little Strength Rings Out The Doleful Knell.

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night