So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me...

Talent Should Minister To Genius.

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

So Munch On, Crunch On, Take Your Nuncheon, Breakfast, Supper, Dinner, Luncheon!

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?