Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor

The Secret Must Be Kept From All Non-people. The Mystery Must Be Hidden From All Idiots.

Ah Love! Could You And I With Him Conspire To Grasp This Sorry Scheme Of Things Entire Would We Not Shatter It To Bits-and Then Re-mould It Nearer To The Heart's Desire?

If I Don't Enjoy Myself Now, When Shall I?

A Hair Divides What Is False And True.

Tomorrow! - Why, Tomorrow I May Be Myself With Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.