It Is Silliness To Live

Thus Can The Demigod Authority Make Us Pay Down For Our Offense By Weight The Words Of Heaven; On Whom It Will, It Will, On Whom It Will Not, So: Yet Still 'tis Just.

Take Her Away; For She Hath Lived Too Long, To Fill The World With Vicious Qualities.

You Are Yoked With A Lamb, That Carries Anger As The Flint Bears Fire; Who, Much Enforced, Shows A Hasty Spank, And Straight Is Cold Again.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.