My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things

The Weariest And Most Loathed Worldly Life, That Age, Ache, Penury And Imprisonment Can Lay On Nature Is A Paradise, To What We Fear Of Death.

Thy Best Of Rest Is Sleep, And That Thou Oft Provok'st; Yet Grossly Fear'st Thy Death, Which Is No More.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

Fight To The Last Gasp.

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.