Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.