My Friends Should Drink A Dozen Of

I Always Made An Awkward Bow.

I Have Good Reason To Be Content, For Thank God I Can Read And Perhaps Understand Shakespeare To His Depths.

I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And Exist.

We Have Woven A Web, You And I, Attached To This World But A Separate World Of Our Own Invention.

I Have Nothing To Speak Of But My Self-and What Can I Say But What I Feel.