Quote: What Angel Wakes Me From My

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.

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

Thou Art All The Comfort, The Gods Will Diet Me With.