The Sea Was Angry That Day My

I'll Have Your Heart, If Not By Gift My Knife Shall Carve It Out. I'll Have Your Heart, Your Life.

A Great Artist ... Takes What He Did Not Make And Makes Of It Something That Only He Can Make.

This Englishwoman Is So Refined, She Has No Bosom And No Behind.

So I Fancy My Muse Says, When I Wish To Die, Oh No, Oh No, We Are Not Yet Friends Enough, And Virtue Also Says: We Are Not Yet Friends Enough.

Oh, No No No, It Was Too Cold Always (still The Dead One Lay Moaning) I Was Much Too Far Out All My Life And Not Waving But Drowning.