Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.

Why, Thou Knowest I Am As Valiant As Hercules, But Beware Instinct. The Lion Will Not Touch The True Prince. Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was A Coward On Instinct.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

Dream On, Dream On, Of Bloody Deeds And Death.