He Is Winding The Watch Of His

He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

I Stalk About Her Door, Like A Strange Soul Upon The Stygian Banks Staying For Waftage.

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

To Climb Steep Hills Requires A Slow Pace At First.