Why What A Fool Was I To

The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good Will.

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

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.

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.