Not Stepping Over The Bounds

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.