Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have

It Is Only When I Dally With What I Am About, Look Back And Aside, Instead Of Keeping My Eyes Straight Forward, That I Feel These Cold Sinkings Of The Heart.

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.

What Can They See In The Longest Kingly Line In Europe, Save That It Runs Back To A Successful Soldier?

What I Have To Say Is Far More Important Than How Long My Eyelashes Are.