Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More

For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than Fiction.

Know Ye The Land Where The Cypress And Myrtle Are Emblems Of Deeds That Are Done In Their Clime? Where The Rage Of The Vulture, The Love Of The Turtle, Now Melt Into Sorrow, Now Madden To Crime!

When Age Chills The Blood, When Our Pleasures Are Past - For Years Fleet Away With The Wings Of The Dove - The Dearest Remembrance Will Still Be The Last, Our Sweetest Memorial The First Kiss Of Love.

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.

Accursed Be The City Where The Laws Would Stifle Nature's!