I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.