Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did

Bologna Is Celebrated For Producing Popes, Painters, And Sausage.

Fill High The Cup With Samian Wine!

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me; I Have Not Flattered Its Rank Breath, Nor Bowed To Its Idolatries A Patient Knee, Nor Coined My Cheek To Smiles,-nor Cried Aloud In Worship Of An Echo.

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.

A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And That's The Reason He Himself's So Dirty