‎you're Not The Same As You Were

Come, Hearken Then, Ere Voice Of Dread, With Bitter Tiding Laden, Shall Summon To Unwelcome Bed A Melancholy Maiden! We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who Fret To Find Our Bedtime Near.

I Have Seen So Many Extraordinary Things, Nothing Seems Extraordinary Any More

Ill Try The Whole Cause, And Condemn You To Death.

I Once Delivered A Simple Ball, Which I Was Told, Had It Gone Far Enough, Would Have Been Considered A Wide

I Said It In Hebrew—i Said It In Dutch— I Said It In German And Greek; But I Wholly Forgot (and It Vexes Me Much) That English Is What You Speak!