A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

For The Poor Wren (the Most Diminutive Of Birds) Will Fight, Her Young Ones In Her Nest, Against The Owl.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.