They Are But Beggars That Can Count

Thus Can The Demigod Authority Make Us Pay Down For Our Offense By Weight The Words Of Heaven; On Whom It Will, It Will, On Whom It Will Not, So: Yet Still 'tis Just.

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore, An Embossed Carbuncle In My Corrupted Blood.