For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most? Ha! Not She: Nor Doth She Tempt: But It Is I That, Lying By The Violet In The Sun, Do As The Carrion Does, Not As The Flower, Corrupt With Virtuous Season.

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

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

Remembrance Of Things Past.

Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.