No Deeper Wrinkles Yet? Hath Sorrow Struck

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

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.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.