To Weep Is To Make Less The

You Are Yoked With A Lamb, That Carries Anger As The Flint Bears Fire; Who, Much Enforced, Shows A Hasty Spank, And Straight Is Cold Again.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

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