Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.