What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

It Is Not Vain Glory For A Man And His Glass To Confer In His Own Chamber.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

The Rest, Is Silence.

This Day I Breathed First: Time Is Come Round, And Where I Did Begin There Shall I End; My Life Is Run His Compass.