The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?