I Am A Foe To

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.