Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But

Your Worm Is Your Only Emperor For Diet; We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.