Oh, That Way Madness Lies;

Trust Not My Reading, Nor My Observations, Which With Experimental Seal Do Warrant The Tenor Of My Book.

I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

Lawn As White As Driven Snow; Cyprus Black As E'er Was Crow; Gloves As Sweet As Damask Roses.

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.