Witchcraft Was Hung, In History, But History

A Little Madness In The Spring Is Wholesome Even For The King.

Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

She Rose To His Requirement, Dropped The Playthings Of Her Life To Take The Honorable Work Of Woman And Of Wife.

Just Girt Me For The Onset With Eternity, When Breath Blew Back, And On The Other Side I Heard Recede The Disappointed Tide!