You Never See The Old Austerity That

Man, I Can Assure You, Is A Nasty Creature.

To Find Yourself Jilted Is A Blow To Your Pride. Do Your Best To Forget It And If You Don't Succeed, At Least Pretend To.

It Is A Long Road From Conception To Completion.

Love Is A Great Master. It Teaches Us To Be What We Never Were.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.