Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large

He 's Gone, And Who Knows How He May Report Thy Words By Adding Fuel To The Flame?

Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.

O Loss Of Sight, Of Thee I Most Complain! Blind Among Enemies, O Worse Than Chains, Dungeon, Or Beggary, Or Decrepit Age!

God Sure Esteems The Growth And Completing Of One Virtuous Person, More That The Restraint Of Ten Vicious.

Execute Their Airy Purposes.