Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

Who Soars Too Near The Sun, With Golden Wings, Melts Them.

The King-becoming Graces, As Justice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stableness, Bounty, Perseverance, Mercy, Lowliness, Devotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude, I Have No Relish Of Them, But Abound In The Division Of Each Several Crime, Acting In Many Ways.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.