Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.