What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?

The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

Despair And Die. The Ghosts