Though I Love My Country, I Do

I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim With Peas In His Shoes - And As Cold As Charity, Chastity Or Any Other Virtue.

In Commitment, We Dash The Hopes Of A Thousand Potential Selves.

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.

For Through The South The Custom Still Commands The Gentleman To Kiss The Lady's Hands.

Though Sages May Pour Out Their Wisdom's Treasure, There Is No Sterner Moralist Than Pleasure.