Shed No Tear - O, Shed No

My Spirit Is Too Weak--mortality Weighs Heavily On Me Like Unwilling Sleep, And Each Imagin'd Pinnacle And Steep Of Godlike Hardship Tells Me I Must Die Like A Sick Eagle Looking At The Sky.

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

Give Me Women, Wine And Snuff Until I Cry Out 'hold, Enough!' You May Do So San Objection Till The Day Of Resurrection; For Bless My Beard Then Aye Shall Be My Beloved Trinity.

Pleasure Is Oft A Visitant; But Pain Clings Cruelly To Us.