A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Over

'and For My Part, Gentlemen,' Said I, 'that I May Put In For A Share, And Guess With The Rest; Not To Amuse Myself With Those Curious Notions Wherewith You Tickle And Spur On Slow-paced Time; I Believe, That The Moon Is A World Like Ours, To Which This Of Ours Serves Likewise For A Moon.'

I Planted My Self In The Middle Of A Great Many Glasses Full Of Dew, Tied Fast About Me, Upon Which The Sun So Violently Darted His Rays, That The Heat, Which Attracted Them, As It Does The Thickest Clouds, Carried Me Up So High, That At Length I Found My Self Above The Middle Region Of The Air.

My Life's Work Has Been To Prompt Others And Be Forgotten. Remember That Night When Christian Came To Your Balcony? That Moment Sums Up My Life. While I Was Below In The Shadows, Others Climbed Up To Kiss The Sweet Rose.

Well - When I Write My Book, And Tell The Tale Of My Adventures - All These Little Stars That Shake Out Of My Cloak - I Must Save Those To Use For Asterisks.

Prometheus Heretofore Went Up To Heaven, And Stole Fire From Thence. Have Not I As Much Boldness As He?