Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself,

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.