"Gaunt and gnarl'd  Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin' aghast,  And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast."  "Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,  Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest,  The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide,  'Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest -  To be adust for time longer can I not bide,  Hence the heart hale out thro' the chest!  Misery thee?! - Rather misery me! -  For in Time's durance am I naught but wee."  "Sensing this pine is as deep as the   deepest chasm,  Hither! - cede and fulfil my phantasm!  Cherish me and sonorously do me laud -  For dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd."  "This tender and loving pest I to the bequeath,  Thence swiftly wilt thou errant to 'Neath."  "And to me should'st thou be the humblemost knave,  Lest fear! - spit I on thy cist and grave! -  Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch,  And the tharms fluttering claw'd and eldritch."  "To conquer thee and thy blood for glore  Art thou my afeared and reluctant whore;  Irksomely coy, save wilied by alarum,  Bear this torture and maim with decorum."  "If e'er always was I this blissful and blithe  Would I resign to but its wee tithe."  "Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge,  And to thee will I sing the lull-dull   dirge;  Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll."  "Burrow to the trothplight with the Nigh and Devil! -  Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill."  "Whilom wast thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst,  Elsewise will I coerce   thine consonantry to turn whist;  Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath,  So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester,  For do I solely what He to me liefly saith."  "Death - oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate Death,  Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester!"