Robyn Plaeyr
@robynplaeyr.bsky.social
Robyn Plaeyr (aka GregRobin Smith) is an Elizabethan Poet, Playwright, Composer, Entertainer, Musician, and Performer. Frequently found at Renaissance Faires and other Celebratory gatherings, his many instruments and interests are certain to amuse.
Intro 1 of 2 R&J NURSE: Epilogue
See the next posts. This is just an introduction.
New Shakespearean-ish Monologue "Upon hearing of Juliet’s (and Romeo’s) Death"
The Families (Montagues & Capulets) now joined in grief, have gone to reconcile.
See the next posts. This is just an introduction.
New Shakespearean-ish Monologue "Upon hearing of Juliet’s (and Romeo’s) Death"
The Families (Montagues & Capulets) now joined in grief, have gone to reconcile.
November 9, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Intro 1 of 2 R&J NURSE: Epilogue
See the next posts. This is just an introduction.
New Shakespearean-ish Monologue "Upon hearing of Juliet’s (and Romeo’s) Death"
The Families (Montagues & Capulets) now joined in grief, have gone to reconcile.
See the next posts. This is just an introduction.
New Shakespearean-ish Monologue "Upon hearing of Juliet’s (and Romeo’s) Death"
The Families (Montagues & Capulets) now joined in grief, have gone to reconcile.
Intro 2 of 2 R&J NURSE: Epilogue
(The Nurse, sits on a stool. It is after the last scene of Act V. So, an Epilogue. The Nurse sits alone on a darkened stage. Single spotlight on her.)
(The Nurse, sits on a stool. It is after the last scene of Act V. So, an Epilogue. The Nurse sits alone on a darkened stage. Single spotlight on her.)
November 9, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Intro 2 of 2 R&J NURSE: Epilogue
(The Nurse, sits on a stool. It is after the last scene of Act V. So, an Epilogue. The Nurse sits alone on a darkened stage. Single spotlight on her.)
(The Nurse, sits on a stool. It is after the last scene of Act V. So, an Epilogue. The Nurse sits alone on a darkened stage. Single spotlight on her.)
Part 1/4 R&J NURSE: Epilogue
O’ how I prattle. Pointed, jagged shades
do shadow shards within my groans. & groins.
Those memories do starve me of my joy.
O’ how I prattle. Pointed, jagged shades
do shadow shards within my groans. & groins.
Those memories do starve me of my joy.
November 9, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Part 1/4 R&J NURSE: Epilogue
O’ how I prattle. Pointed, jagged shades
do shadow shards within my groans. & groins.
Those memories do starve me of my joy.
O’ how I prattle. Pointed, jagged shades
do shadow shards within my groans. & groins.
Those memories do starve me of my joy.
Part 2/4 R&J NURSE Epilogue:
But Juliet, would balm a massacre.
I see 1,000 Landsknecht, like straws
Post threshing, beaten, bent, & banish’ed…
from life, & her GIGGLES, ‘twould make them dance!
Ah, Susan. These fine Flackets were at brim!
But Juliet, would balm a massacre.
I see 1,000 Landsknecht, like straws
Post threshing, beaten, bent, & banish’ed…
from life, & her GIGGLES, ‘twould make them dance!
Ah, Susan. These fine Flackets were at brim!
November 9, 2025 at 9:38 PM
Part 2/4 R&J NURSE Epilogue:
But Juliet, would balm a massacre.
I see 1,000 Landsknecht, like straws
Post threshing, beaten, bent, & banish’ed…
from life, & her GIGGLES, ‘twould make them dance!
Ah, Susan. These fine Flackets were at brim!
But Juliet, would balm a massacre.
I see 1,000 Landsknecht, like straws
Post threshing, beaten, bent, & banish’ed…
from life, & her GIGGLES, ‘twould make them dance!
Ah, Susan. These fine Flackets were at brim!
Part 3/4 R&J Nurse Epilogue:
Aye, Painful that! But as me bairn was clayed
A friend without me bell-like wails did speak…
For and to, and unto, untol’ed woe –
within this very house. Wet Nurse. Aye, Wet
With tears wet… and these Pottles burning for
release and her babe mouth, for hunger sought.
Aye, Painful that! But as me bairn was clayed
A friend without me bell-like wails did speak…
For and to, and unto, untol’ed woe –
within this very house. Wet Nurse. Aye, Wet
With tears wet… and these Pottles burning for
release and her babe mouth, for hunger sought.
November 9, 2025 at 9:33 PM
Part 3/4 R&J Nurse Epilogue:
Aye, Painful that! But as me bairn was clayed
A friend without me bell-like wails did speak…
For and to, and unto, untol’ed woe –
within this very house. Wet Nurse. Aye, Wet
With tears wet… and these Pottles burning for
release and her babe mouth, for hunger sought.
Aye, Painful that! But as me bairn was clayed
A friend without me bell-like wails did speak…
For and to, and unto, untol’ed woe –
within this very house. Wet Nurse. Aye, Wet
With tears wet… and these Pottles burning for
release and her babe mouth, for hunger sought.
Part 4/4 R&J Nurse Epilogue:
This Jewel, wet, gave me a reason… for
to use the kindness meant for … my girl.
And ‘tis her bones that nurtured from these shanks.
And all the other care she’s had, has been
of me. Ah, Susan. Aint we been happy?
End of scene.
This Jewel, wet, gave me a reason… for
to use the kindness meant for … my girl.
And ‘tis her bones that nurtured from these shanks.
And all the other care she’s had, has been
of me. Ah, Susan. Aint we been happy?
End of scene.
November 9, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Part 4/4 R&J Nurse Epilogue:
This Jewel, wet, gave me a reason… for
to use the kindness meant for … my girl.
And ‘tis her bones that nurtured from these shanks.
And all the other care she’s had, has been
of me. Ah, Susan. Aint we been happy?
End of scene.
This Jewel, wet, gave me a reason… for
to use the kindness meant for … my girl.
And ‘tis her bones that nurtured from these shanks.
And all the other care she’s had, has been
of me. Ah, Susan. Aint we been happy?
End of scene.
With wanting lies the wish for Nature's Course.
To bring conclusion in a natur'l way.
But sin & crime resist the such easy force,
Insisting that it lives, despite the fray.
But those who raise & care & justice bend
to better for the All the rise of heart.
It is their work that worthy is best's end.
To bring conclusion in a natur'l way.
But sin & crime resist the such easy force,
Insisting that it lives, despite the fray.
But those who raise & care & justice bend
to better for the All the rise of heart.
It is their work that worthy is best's end.
April 27, 2025 at 2:17 AM
With wanting lies the wish for Nature's Course.
To bring conclusion in a natur'l way.
But sin & crime resist the such easy force,
Insisting that it lives, despite the fray.
But those who raise & care & justice bend
to better for the All the rise of heart.
It is their work that worthy is best's end.
To bring conclusion in a natur'l way.
But sin & crime resist the such easy force,
Insisting that it lives, despite the fray.
But those who raise & care & justice bend
to better for the All the rise of heart.
It is their work that worthy is best's end.
When in a thousand angry shouts the ear
retains but pains; A passion without thought.
Continual denatures all that was
once meaningful into a lessening.
When ships sink, & the muddy masses flood
the plain, then pain shall enter riotous.
These, covetous of Confusion's blessings...
Only serve Chaos.
retains but pains; A passion without thought.
Continual denatures all that was
once meaningful into a lessening.
When ships sink, & the muddy masses flood
the plain, then pain shall enter riotous.
These, covetous of Confusion's blessings...
Only serve Chaos.
April 16, 2025 at 12:04 AM
When in a thousand angry shouts the ear
retains but pains; A passion without thought.
Continual denatures all that was
once meaningful into a lessening.
When ships sink, & the muddy masses flood
the plain, then pain shall enter riotous.
These, covetous of Confusion's blessings...
Only serve Chaos.
retains but pains; A passion without thought.
Continual denatures all that was
once meaningful into a lessening.
When ships sink, & the muddy masses flood
the plain, then pain shall enter riotous.
These, covetous of Confusion's blessings...
Only serve Chaos.
See well the meager lining up to fawn.
Hear singing of sweet praises falsely tuned.
Colliding chords of discontent shouts Crowd
while yoked Centurions pierce Peace for shame.
How wrong the claims of Pax Romana's flame
give nothing of the light nor heat allowed.
False Promises can only build up ruin
Hear singing of sweet praises falsely tuned.
Colliding chords of discontent shouts Crowd
while yoked Centurions pierce Peace for shame.
How wrong the claims of Pax Romana's flame
give nothing of the light nor heat allowed.
False Promises can only build up ruin
March 27, 2025 at 7:49 PM
See well the meager lining up to fawn.
Hear singing of sweet praises falsely tuned.
Colliding chords of discontent shouts Crowd
while yoked Centurions pierce Peace for shame.
How wrong the claims of Pax Romana's flame
give nothing of the light nor heat allowed.
False Promises can only build up ruin
Hear singing of sweet praises falsely tuned.
Colliding chords of discontent shouts Crowd
while yoked Centurions pierce Peace for shame.
How wrong the claims of Pax Romana's flame
give nothing of the light nor heat allowed.
False Promises can only build up ruin
What will, with voices dumb in awe-full shock,
pretend assent assumed by those who mock
the Crowd, the Mob of those whose backs do lock,
reseed & harvest food the Rich get best.
What will those Grand who light their feast & rest
upon soft beds made up of dreams & quest
who turn their shares to point
pretend assent assumed by those who mock
the Crowd, the Mob of those whose backs do lock,
reseed & harvest food the Rich get best.
What will those Grand who light their feast & rest
upon soft beds made up of dreams & quest
who turn their shares to point
March 18, 2025 at 9:57 PM
What will, with voices dumb in awe-full shock,
pretend assent assumed by those who mock
the Crowd, the Mob of those whose backs do lock,
reseed & harvest food the Rich get best.
What will those Grand who light their feast & rest
upon soft beds made up of dreams & quest
who turn their shares to point
pretend assent assumed by those who mock
the Crowd, the Mob of those whose backs do lock,
reseed & harvest food the Rich get best.
What will those Grand who light their feast & rest
upon soft beds made up of dreams & quest
who turn their shares to point
The Works of Wonder springs not magic grand
With each grown leaf & gurgled smile is shown.
Dawn spears the deepest night & grants the day
& sparkled dew the skies reflecting jewel
adorn this crown'ed life and blessed orb.
We feaste upon this simple meal here laced
revealing happy souls here faced.
With each grown leaf & gurgled smile is shown.
Dawn spears the deepest night & grants the day
& sparkled dew the skies reflecting jewel
adorn this crown'ed life and blessed orb.
We feaste upon this simple meal here laced
revealing happy souls here faced.
March 13, 2025 at 2:00 AM
The Works of Wonder springs not magic grand
With each grown leaf & gurgled smile is shown.
Dawn spears the deepest night & grants the day
& sparkled dew the skies reflecting jewel
adorn this crown'ed life and blessed orb.
We feaste upon this simple meal here laced
revealing happy souls here faced.
With each grown leaf & gurgled smile is shown.
Dawn spears the deepest night & grants the day
& sparkled dew the skies reflecting jewel
adorn this crown'ed life and blessed orb.
We feaste upon this simple meal here laced
revealing happy souls here faced.
When ill & evil hide amongst the mire
descending all their will against the good
it is less clear the sum of their desire,
it is uncertain how their tendrils would
encapture innocence & clean-led lives
to snare/procure/corrupt to their sad ends.
But when they naked shout intent-the ends are same.
descending all their will against the good
it is less clear the sum of their desire,
it is uncertain how their tendrils would
encapture innocence & clean-led lives
to snare/procure/corrupt to their sad ends.
But when they naked shout intent-the ends are same.
March 12, 2025 at 4:49 AM
When ill & evil hide amongst the mire
descending all their will against the good
it is less clear the sum of their desire,
it is uncertain how their tendrils would
encapture innocence & clean-led lives
to snare/procure/corrupt to their sad ends.
But when they naked shout intent-the ends are same.
descending all their will against the good
it is less clear the sum of their desire,
it is uncertain how their tendrils would
encapture innocence & clean-led lives
to snare/procure/corrupt to their sad ends.
But when they naked shout intent-the ends are same.
To dine on golden foods, must stomach cold.
The jewels of Praise are not a drop to thirst.
And all the pearls feed not a swine nor crow.
And all of amber silvered round its dawn
protests no single morsel wanted meal.
So eat thy rulers, feast on coin'ed crops.
While starve thy subjects on thy waste
The jewels of Praise are not a drop to thirst.
And all the pearls feed not a swine nor crow.
And all of amber silvered round its dawn
protests no single morsel wanted meal.
So eat thy rulers, feast on coin'ed crops.
While starve thy subjects on thy waste
March 4, 2025 at 5:15 AM
To dine on golden foods, must stomach cold.
The jewels of Praise are not a drop to thirst.
And all the pearls feed not a swine nor crow.
And all of amber silvered round its dawn
protests no single morsel wanted meal.
So eat thy rulers, feast on coin'ed crops.
While starve thy subjects on thy waste
The jewels of Praise are not a drop to thirst.
And all the pearls feed not a swine nor crow.
And all of amber silvered round its dawn
protests no single morsel wanted meal.
So eat thy rulers, feast on coin'ed crops.
While starve thy subjects on thy waste
Alike in both the Priest Hole and the Witch,
this call to hike from hiding 'those against'.
Unquiet blasts of prejudice and fear
against the 'other', the 'unknown', and 'worse'...
The Stranger's Case is pleading from the Cross,
the huddled masses, and from all that's good.
But Holy Hatred blares
this call to hike from hiding 'those against'.
Unquiet blasts of prejudice and fear
against the 'other', the 'unknown', and 'worse'...
The Stranger's Case is pleading from the Cross,
the huddled masses, and from all that's good.
But Holy Hatred blares
March 2, 2025 at 5:57 PM
Alike in both the Priest Hole and the Witch,
this call to hike from hiding 'those against'.
Unquiet blasts of prejudice and fear
against the 'other', the 'unknown', and 'worse'...
The Stranger's Case is pleading from the Cross,
the huddled masses, and from all that's good.
But Holy Hatred blares
this call to hike from hiding 'those against'.
Unquiet blasts of prejudice and fear
against the 'other', the 'unknown', and 'worse'...
The Stranger's Case is pleading from the Cross,
the huddled masses, and from all that's good.
But Holy Hatred blares
The Thief and Stealing Cad are proud and vain
for all their Craft is settled 'pon the hush.
The lying Courtier, beyond all gall,
whose bland and bully practice needs the stall
of those who should be guarding sleep through pain.
It is the shame of those who hope right reigns
in silence remain.
for all their Craft is settled 'pon the hush.
The lying Courtier, beyond all gall,
whose bland and bully practice needs the stall
of those who should be guarding sleep through pain.
It is the shame of those who hope right reigns
in silence remain.
March 2, 2025 at 5:06 AM
The Thief and Stealing Cad are proud and vain
for all their Craft is settled 'pon the hush.
The lying Courtier, beyond all gall,
whose bland and bully practice needs the stall
of those who should be guarding sleep through pain.
It is the shame of those who hope right reigns
in silence remain.
for all their Craft is settled 'pon the hush.
The lying Courtier, beyond all gall,
whose bland and bully practice needs the stall
of those who should be guarding sleep through pain.
It is the shame of those who hope right reigns
in silence remain.
When chill winds howl, we shoulder closed the doors.
Foul angry deep & hateful winds bite limbs,
Shake eaves & shudder shutters hammered home.
We keep to safer holds, with fire & friends within.
But how we open throats to chill of Priests
Political who'd rake our gullets out.
We welcome our death
Foul angry deep & hateful winds bite limbs,
Shake eaves & shudder shutters hammered home.
We keep to safer holds, with fire & friends within.
But how we open throats to chill of Priests
Political who'd rake our gullets out.
We welcome our death
February 28, 2025 at 7:11 AM
When chill winds howl, we shoulder closed the doors.
Foul angry deep & hateful winds bite limbs,
Shake eaves & shudder shutters hammered home.
We keep to safer holds, with fire & friends within.
But how we open throats to chill of Priests
Political who'd rake our gullets out.
We welcome our death
Foul angry deep & hateful winds bite limbs,
Shake eaves & shudder shutters hammered home.
We keep to safer holds, with fire & friends within.
But how we open throats to chill of Priests
Political who'd rake our gullets out.
We welcome our death
What sings in thee? What Muse's music stirs?
Then play that sweet epitome & rhyme.
If next, it brings an other peace & mirth,
then there are blessings in that work of thine.
Blend all together life & bitter tears.
Amalgamate with loss, sin, sad regret,
& yet seed joy? 'tis Human Hearts rejoiced
Then play that sweet epitome & rhyme.
If next, it brings an other peace & mirth,
then there are blessings in that work of thine.
Blend all together life & bitter tears.
Amalgamate with loss, sin, sad regret,
& yet seed joy? 'tis Human Hearts rejoiced
February 25, 2025 at 3:51 PM
What sings in thee? What Muse's music stirs?
Then play that sweet epitome & rhyme.
If next, it brings an other peace & mirth,
then there are blessings in that work of thine.
Blend all together life & bitter tears.
Amalgamate with loss, sin, sad regret,
& yet seed joy? 'tis Human Hearts rejoiced
Then play that sweet epitome & rhyme.
If next, it brings an other peace & mirth,
then there are blessings in that work of thine.
Blend all together life & bitter tears.
Amalgamate with loss, sin, sad regret,
& yet seed joy? 'tis Human Hearts rejoiced
When claimed that 'this poor brick may cause collapse'
it would excite a better heat in mind
but for the Engineer of title learned
their trade not working but by bribe obtained.
O' yes, the brick should be observed, but when
the rot starts 1st with head & soul steeped vile
I am not swayed.
it would excite a better heat in mind
but for the Engineer of title learned
their trade not working but by bribe obtained.
O' yes, the brick should be observed, but when
the rot starts 1st with head & soul steeped vile
I am not swayed.
February 23, 2025 at 10:07 PM
When claimed that 'this poor brick may cause collapse'
it would excite a better heat in mind
but for the Engineer of title learned
their trade not working but by bribe obtained.
O' yes, the brick should be observed, but when
the rot starts 1st with head & soul steeped vile
I am not swayed.
it would excite a better heat in mind
but for the Engineer of title learned
their trade not working but by bribe obtained.
O' yes, the brick should be observed, but when
the rot starts 1st with head & soul steeped vile
I am not swayed.
And why, while death & all decay abound,
May Children laugh & lovers-young still moon?
Yet, springing flowers rise, still, over graves
of age, & battled losses, plague, & falls?
Who writes such cruel plots with so much pain
for ink & cruelty the page? Gods laugh.
We laugh against all reason. Good.
May Children laugh & lovers-young still moon?
Yet, springing flowers rise, still, over graves
of age, & battled losses, plague, & falls?
Who writes such cruel plots with so much pain
for ink & cruelty the page? Gods laugh.
We laugh against all reason. Good.
February 22, 2025 at 5:16 AM
And why, while death & all decay abound,
May Children laugh & lovers-young still moon?
Yet, springing flowers rise, still, over graves
of age, & battled losses, plague, & falls?
Who writes such cruel plots with so much pain
for ink & cruelty the page? Gods laugh.
We laugh against all reason. Good.
May Children laugh & lovers-young still moon?
Yet, springing flowers rise, still, over graves
of age, & battled losses, plague, & falls?
Who writes such cruel plots with so much pain
for ink & cruelty the page? Gods laugh.
We laugh against all reason. Good.
Such things! A baby cries for dolls and drink.
And need to waste and whining sleep does wail.
But when 'tis done in Parliament - we squint.
We wonder, quiet stand with questioning.
But now when years should bring a sober mind
the Riot of the squall still rages on...
We should have spanked it young.
And need to waste and whining sleep does wail.
But when 'tis done in Parliament - we squint.
We wonder, quiet stand with questioning.
But now when years should bring a sober mind
the Riot of the squall still rages on...
We should have spanked it young.
February 20, 2025 at 2:52 AM
Such things! A baby cries for dolls and drink.
And need to waste and whining sleep does wail.
But when 'tis done in Parliament - we squint.
We wonder, quiet stand with questioning.
But now when years should bring a sober mind
the Riot of the squall still rages on...
We should have spanked it young.
And need to waste and whining sleep does wail.
But when 'tis done in Parliament - we squint.
We wonder, quiet stand with questioning.
But now when years should bring a sober mind
the Riot of the squall still rages on...
We should have spanked it young.
Ashes to Answers (Part 1)
With Pollen's wings, the wish of root is borne.
Add songs to aire & gazes caught & held.
Each beat of heart & moon have as-wise shone
that what we hope may yet alight & weld.
Constructing Dreams may ever take our Time.
With Pollen's wings, the wish of root is borne.
Add songs to aire & gazes caught & held.
Each beat of heart & moon have as-wise shone
that what we hope may yet alight & weld.
Constructing Dreams may ever take our Time.
February 20, 2025 at 2:48 AM
Ashes to Answers (Part 1)
With Pollen's wings, the wish of root is borne.
Add songs to aire & gazes caught & held.
Each beat of heart & moon have as-wise shone
that what we hope may yet alight & weld.
Constructing Dreams may ever take our Time.
With Pollen's wings, the wish of root is borne.
Add songs to aire & gazes caught & held.
Each beat of heart & moon have as-wise shone
that what we hope may yet alight & weld.
Constructing Dreams may ever take our Time.
Ashes to Answers:
(Part 2)
Re-building after anger dashes down.
Thus shattered, we will one day join the rhyme
of ashen answers queried of our bond.
(Part 2)
Re-building after anger dashes down.
Thus shattered, we will one day join the rhyme
of ashen answers queried of our bond.
February 20, 2025 at 2:47 AM
Ashes to Answers:
(Part 2)
Re-building after anger dashes down.
Thus shattered, we will one day join the rhyme
of ashen answers queried of our bond.
(Part 2)
Re-building after anger dashes down.
Thus shattered, we will one day join the rhyme
of ashen answers queried of our bond.
Such things! A baby cries for dolls and drink.
And need to waste and whining sleep does wail.
But when 'tis done in Parliament - we squint.
We wonder, quiet stand with questioning.
But now when years should bring a sober mind
the Riot of the squall still rages on...
We should have spanked it young.
And need to waste and whining sleep does wail.
But when 'tis done in Parliament - we squint.
We wonder, quiet stand with questioning.
But now when years should bring a sober mind
the Riot of the squall still rages on...
We should have spanked it young.
February 18, 2025 at 9:18 PM
Such things! A baby cries for dolls and drink.
And need to waste and whining sleep does wail.
But when 'tis done in Parliament - we squint.
We wonder, quiet stand with questioning.
But now when years should bring a sober mind
the Riot of the squall still rages on...
We should have spanked it young.
And need to waste and whining sleep does wail.
But when 'tis done in Parliament - we squint.
We wonder, quiet stand with questioning.
But now when years should bring a sober mind
the Riot of the squall still rages on...
We should have spanked it young.
Make God the minion in their ermined robes.
Claim deity divine with clay-made feet.
Call 'Trumpets Blared' a Gospel for their notes
while shatt'ring glass & stone-made transepts weep.
Proclaim your Host (who stuffs the alms box full -
although the curried drains each mite and sou.)
But praise lies
Claim deity divine with clay-made feet.
Call 'Trumpets Blared' a Gospel for their notes
while shatt'ring glass & stone-made transepts weep.
Proclaim your Host (who stuffs the alms box full -
although the curried drains each mite and sou.)
But praise lies
February 17, 2025 at 10:29 PM
Make God the minion in their ermined robes.
Claim deity divine with clay-made feet.
Call 'Trumpets Blared' a Gospel for their notes
while shatt'ring glass & stone-made transepts weep.
Proclaim your Host (who stuffs the alms box full -
although the curried drains each mite and sou.)
But praise lies
Claim deity divine with clay-made feet.
Call 'Trumpets Blared' a Gospel for their notes
while shatt'ring glass & stone-made transepts weep.
Proclaim your Host (who stuffs the alms box full -
although the curried drains each mite and sou.)
But praise lies
And when alone, with rain drenched cloth, the howl
that mind-razed outcasts make, seem sin-sad noise.
But if a congregation's chorus joins
proclaiming Heaven's voice speaks through that voice,
then raving rage becomes their gospel's Truth.
Where may then Reason batter back such ill?
From all ways
that mind-razed outcasts make, seem sin-sad noise.
But if a congregation's chorus joins
proclaiming Heaven's voice speaks through that voice,
then raving rage becomes their gospel's Truth.
Where may then Reason batter back such ill?
From all ways
February 15, 2025 at 9:22 PM
And when alone, with rain drenched cloth, the howl
that mind-razed outcasts make, seem sin-sad noise.
But if a congregation's chorus joins
proclaiming Heaven's voice speaks through that voice,
then raving rage becomes their gospel's Truth.
Where may then Reason batter back such ill?
From all ways
that mind-razed outcasts make, seem sin-sad noise.
But if a congregation's chorus joins
proclaiming Heaven's voice speaks through that voice,
then raving rage becomes their gospel's Truth.
Where may then Reason batter back such ill?
From all ways