The Nature Of Bad News

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

The Cunning Livery Of Hell.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.