I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
Stop and consider! life is but a day
How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they
Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.
This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."