I Am That Merry Wanderer Of The

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.