I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.

All Dark And Comfortless.

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See