Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

Lose Who May-i Still Can Say, Those Who Win Heaven, Blest Are They!

A Lion May Die Of An Ass's Kick.

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.

Out Of Your Whole Life Give But A Moment! All Of Your Life That Has Gone Before, All To Come After It, -so You Ignore, So You Make Perfect The Present, Condense, In A Rapture Of Rage, For Perfection's Endowment, Thought And Feeling And Soul And Sense.

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?