The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

Love Goes Toward Love As Schoolboys From Their Books, But Love From Love, Toward School With Heavy Looks.