There's No More Faith In Thee Than

O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?

Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.