The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

Is Not The Truth The Truth?

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven