My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
Fill all thy bones with aches.
Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue
If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.