Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

Now All The Youth Of England Are On Fire, And Silken Dalliance In The Wardrobe Lies; Now Thrive The Armorers, And Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

A Harmless Necessary Cat.