I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The

In Right And Service To Their Noble Country.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.