But You Might As Well Bid A

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.

Still Let My Tyrants Know, I Am Not Doomed To Wear Year After Year In Gloom, And Desolate Despair; A Messenger Of Hope Comes Every Night To Me, And Offers For Short Life, Eternal Liberty.

I Will Walk Where My Own Nature Would Be Leading.

I Take So Little Interest In My Daily Life, That I Hardly Remember To Eat And Drink.

He’s More Myself Than I Am