I Can Give The Loser Leave To

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?