The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.

Some Things You Will Think Of Yourself,...some Things God Will Put Into Your Mind

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.