What Seest Thou Else In The Dark

Simply The Thing That I Am Shall Make Me Live.

The Poor World Is Almost Six Thousand Years Old, And In All This Time There Was Not Any Man Died In His Own Person, Videlicet, In A Love-cause.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.