Casting The Body's Vest Aside,

But Fate Does Iron Wedges Drive, And Always Crowds Itself Betwixt.

The World In All Doth But Two Nations Bear- The Good, The Bad; And These Mixed Everywhere.

My Love Is Of A Birth As Rare As 'tis, For Object, Strange And High; It Was Begotten By Despair Upon Impossibility.

He Nothing Common Did, Or Mean, / Upon That Memorable Scene, / But With His Keener Eye / The Axe's Edge Did Try.

Among The Blind The One-eyed Blinkard Reigns