My Crown Is In My Heart, Not

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.

I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.

Even As One Heat Another Heat Expels, Or As One Nail By Strength Drives Out Another, So The Remembrance Of My Former Love Is By A Newer Object Quite Forgotten.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.