More Matter With Less Art.

With Mirth In Funeral And With Dirge In Marriage.

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

And Where The Offense Is, Let The Great Axe Fall.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.