How My Achievements Mock Me!

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.

Ten Kisses Short As One, One Long As Twenty.

Do Thou Amend Thy Face, And I'll Amend My Life.

Away, You Trifler! Love! I Love Thee Not, I Care Not For Thee, Kate: This Is No World To Play With Mammets And To Tilt With Lips: We Must Have Bloody Noses And Cracked Crowns.

Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.