Affliction, Peace

Local comes here, a criven to us all, holding the eternal spirit against the wheel. I pretty lady, go away with me. Lo, now I see the issue of your peace. Bashons, good lady, comfort gentle constance. No, I defy all counsel, all redress, but that which ends all counsel, true redress, death, death, amiable, lovely death. Come, grin on me, and I will think thou smileest, and bust thee as thy wife. Cuzre's love, oh, come to me. Oh, fair affliction, peace.