Nothing Can Confound A Wise Man More

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

What Should I Have Known Or Written Had I Been A Quiet, Mercantile Politician Or A Lord In Waiting? A Man Must Travel, And Turmoil, Or There Is No Existence.

Now I Shall Go To Sleep. Goodnight.

The English Winter - Ending In July To Recommence In August