Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.