And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

Men Shut Their Doors Against A Setting Sun.

That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now, And For That Sorrow, Which I Then Did Feel, Needs Must I Under My Transgression Bow, Unless My Nerves Were Brass Or Hammered Steel.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

The Cat Will Mew, And Dog Will Have His Day.

Or Are You Like The Painting Of A Sorrow, A Face Without A Heart?