Presume Not That I Am The Thing

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

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