Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange

O Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong, That Thy Unkindness Lays Upon My Heart, Wound Me Not With Thine Eye But With Thy Tongue, Use Power With Power, And Slay Me Not By Art.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.

Is This The Generation Of Love? Hot Blood, Hot Thoughts And Hot Deeds? Why, They Are Vipers. Is Love A Generation Of Vipers?

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile