This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek

Be Hypocritical, Be Cautious, Be Not What You Seem But Always What You See.

The Keenest Pangs The Wretched Find Are Rapture To The Dreary Void, The Leafless Desert Of The Mind, The Waste Of Feelings Unemployed.

Yet Smelt Roast Meat, Beheld A Huge Fire Shine, And Cooks In Motion With Their Clean Arms Bared.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

Venice Once Was Dear, The Pleasant Place Of All Festivity, The Revel Of The Earth, The Masque Of Italy.