The pain in my brain is insane
In this frame I am lame and to blame
With this fear and these tears I'm not here
I can't hear it or get near it ....  Spirit

Four lines from another author,
William Shakespeare

(Beatrice)  What fire is in mine ears?  Can this be true?
Stand I condemn'd for pride and scorn so much?
Contempt, farewell!  Maiden pride, adieu!
No glory lives behind the back of such.