For I Can Raise No Money By

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.

Come, Let's Have One Other Gaudy Night. Call To Me All My Sad Captains. Fill Our Bowls Once More. Let's Mock The Midnight Bell.

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

This Thought Is As A Death.