You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.
Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.
But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.