Come Give Us A Taste

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still For That Which Longer Nurseth The Disease, Feeding On That Which Doth Preserve The Ill, Th' Uncertain Sickly Appetite To Please. My Reason, The Physician To My Love, Angry That His Prescriptions Are Not Kept, Hath Left Me, And I Desperate Now Approve Desire Is Death, Which Physic Did Except.

How My Achievements Mock Me!

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

Know More Than Other. Work More Than Other. Expect Less Than Other