Thus With A Kiss I Die

War Is No Strife To The Dark House And The Detested Wife.

Now Join Your Hands, And With Your Hands Your Hearts.

But There Is No Such Man; For, Brother, Men Can Counsel And Speak Comfort To That Grief Which They Themselves Not Feel; But, Tasting It, Their Counsel Turns To Passion, Which Before Would Give Preceptial Medicine To Rage, Fetter Strong Madness In A Silken Thread, Charm Ache With Air And Agony With Words.

Unbidden Guests Are Often Welcomest When They Are Gone.

Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania