And All My Mother Came Into Mine

We See Which Way The Stream Of Time Doth Run.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking.

Appetite, A Universal Wolf.