The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.