Theatre Of Tragedy And When He Falleth
"Be my kin free fro carnal sin, Bridle the toughts of thy Master." "There hath past away a glore fro the Earth; A glore that in the hearts and minds of men, Men demented - blindfolded by light, Nourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths." "Might, I too was blindfolded 'ere, Tho' years have master'd me A masque of this to fashion: Seer blest, thou best philosopher!" "The quality of mercy and absolution, Whence cometh such qualities? Build thy self a mirror in which Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!" "'Tis the Divine Comedy - The fool and the mocking court: Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!: We hold the Earth fro Heaven away." "'Tis the Divine Tragedy - The fool and the mocking court: Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!: Make us guffaw at thy futile follies, Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame; Earth beareth no balm for mistakes - We hold the Earth fro Hell away." "Believe? In a deity long dead? - I would rather be a pagan suckled in creeds outworn; With fearytales fill'd up in head: Thoughts of the Book stillborn." "Shadow of annoyance - Ne'er come hither! ...And when he falleth, He falleth like Lucifer, Ne'er to ascend again..."