A Man Is But An Ass Who

When You Are Lying Awake With A Dismal Headache, And Repose Is Tabooed By Anxiety, I Conceive You May Use Any Language You Choose To Indulge In Without Impropriety.

See How The Fates Their Gifts Allot, For A Is Happy-b Is Not. Yet B Is Worthy, I Dare Say, Of More Prosperity Than A.

On My Face Extended Flat I Was Walloped With A Cat For Listening At The Key-hole Of The Door.

Love, Unrequited, Robs Me Of My Rest: Love, Hopeless Love, My Ardent Soul Encumbers: Love, Nightmare-like, Lies Heavy On My Chest, And Weaves Itself Into My Midnight Slumbers!

My Object All Sublime I Shall Achieve In Time- To Let The Punishment Fit The Crime- The Punishment Fit The Crime.