In Friendship, As In Love,

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

Blow, Winds, And Crack Your Cheeks! Rage! Blow! You Cataracts And Hurricanoes, Spout Till You Have Drenched Our Teeples, Drowned The Cocks! You Sulphurour And Thought-executing Fires, Vaunt-couriers To Oak-cleaving Thunderbolts, Singe My White Head! And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Molds, All Germens Spill At Once That Make Ingrateful Man!

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.