But Dying Is A Pleasure / When

And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The Mind.

The Bravest Men Are Subject Most To Chance.

My Love's A Noble Madness.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.