Cards Are War, In Disguise Of A

I Give Thee All,-i Can No More, Though Poor The Off'ring Be; My Heart And Lute Are All The Store That I Can Bring To Thee.

The World Meets Nobody Half Way.

From A Poor Man, Poor In Time, I Was Suddenly Lifted Up Into A Vast Revenue; I Could See No End Of My Possessions; I Wanted Some Steward, Or Judicious Bailiff, To Manage My Estates In Time For Me.

We Are Nothing; Less Than Nothing, And Dreams. We Are Only What Might Have Been.

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.