The Goodness Of Your True Pun Is

Yet, Mad Am I Not — And Very Surely Do I Not Dream.

Hear The Mellow Wedding Bells, Golden Bells! What A World Of Happiness Their Harmony Foretells Through The Balmy Air Of Night How They Ring Out Their Delight! From The Molten Golden Notes, And All In Tune What A Liquid Ditty Floats To The Turtle-dove That Listens While She Gloats On The Moon!

The Reproduction Of What The Senses Perceive In Nature Through The Veil Of The Soul.

Democracy Is A Very Admirable Form Of Government - For Dogs

And Much Of Madness, And More Of Sin, And Horror The Soul Of The Plot.