Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

Come, Let's Have One Other Gaudy Night. Call To Me All My Sad Captains. Fill Our Bowls Once More. Let's Mock The Midnight Bell.

Never; He Will Not: Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety: Other Women Cloy The Appetites They Feed: But She Makes Hungry Where Most She Satisfies.

Soft Pity Enters An Iron Gate.

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.