We Were Not Born To

In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A Little I Can Read.

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.