Yon Grey Lines That Fret

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get. I To The World Am Like A Drop Of Water That In The Ocean Seeks Another Drop, Who, Falling There To Find His Fellow Forth, Unseen, Inquisitive, Confounds Himself: So I, To Find A Mother And A Brother, In Quest Of Them, Unhappy, Lose Myself.