I Am Declined Into The Vale Of

Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow Us As We Prove.

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Now, My Co-mates And Brothers In Exile, Hath Not Old Custom Made This Life More Sweet Than That Of Painted Pomp? Are Not These Woods More Free From Peril Than The Envious Court?