Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up Mine Eye!

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.