I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me;

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.

For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!