I See Before Me The Gladiator Lie.

For The Angel Of Death Spread His Wings On The Blast, And Breathed In The Face Of The Foe As He Passed; And The Eyes Of The Sleepers Waxed Deadly And Chill, And Their Hearts But Once Heaved, And For Ever Grew Still!

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

So For A Good Old-gentlemanly Vice, I Think I Must Take Up With Avarice.