What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose.

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

I Can Again Thy Former Light Restore, Should I Repent Me: But Once Put Out Thy Light, Thou Cunning'st Pattern Of Excelling Nature, I Know Not Where Is That Promethean Heat That Can Thy Light Relume.

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.