What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.

This Senior-junior, Giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent Of Love-rhymes, Lord Of Folded Arms, The Anointed Sovereign Of Sighs And Groans, Liege Of All Loiterers And Malcontents.

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

Is This A Vision? Is This A Dream? Do I Sleep?