Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

You Take My House When You Do Take The Prop That Doth Sustain My House; You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones.

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror