How Many Things Have To Happen To

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

The Best Way To Hate Is The Worst. 'tis To Find What The Hated Need, Never Mind Of What Actual Worth, And Wipe That Out Of The Earth. Let Them Die Of Unsatisfied Greed.

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away

But I Have Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep.

In Heaven We Are All Ghostwriters, If We Write At All.