He Must Needs Go That

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.