Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

By Jove, I Am Not Covetous For Gold, Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost; It Yearns Me Not If Me My Garments Wear; Such Outward Things Dwell Not In My Desires: But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!