You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

For I Have Neither Wit, Nor Words, Nor Worth, Action, Nor Utterance, Nor The Power Of Speech, To Stir Men's Blood: I Only Speak Right On; I Tell You That Which You Yourselves Do Know.

Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched Go.