It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.