O Tiger's Heart Wrapped In A Woman's

O Gentlemen, The Time Of Life Is Short! To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long, If Life Did Ride Upon A Dial's Point, Still Ending At The Arrival Of An Hour.

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!

Avaunt, You Cullions!

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.