A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me, Miss That Which One Unworthier May Attain, And Die With Grieving.

Where Souls Do Couch On Flowers We'll Hand In Hand.