Love Is Not Love That Alters When

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

But I Remember Now I Am In This Earthly World, Where To Do Harm Is Often Laudable, To Do Good Sometime Accounted Dangerous Folly.

I That Please Some, Try All, Both Joy And Terror Of Good And Bad, That Makes And Unfolds Error.