Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.