I Should Like To Know Who Has

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse -- Borne Away With Every Breath!

He Who Grown Aged In This World Of Woe, In Deeds, Not Years, Piercing The Depths Of Life, So That No Wonder Waits Him.

Sometimes We Are Less Unhappy In Being Deceived By Those We Love, Than In Being Undeceived By Them.

And Angling Too, That Solitary Vice, What Izaak Walton Sings Or Says: The Quaint, Old, Cruel Coxcomb, In His Gullet Should Have A Hook, And A Small Trout To Pull It.

The Cardinal Is At His Wit's End - It Is True That He Had Not Far To Go.