For You And I Are Past Our

Ha. "against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come Into Dinner." There's A Double Meaning In That. -benedick (much Ado)

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.

Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All Buttocks.

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.