If All The World Is A Stage

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.

I Give The Fight Up: Let There Be An End, A Privacy, An Obscure Nook For Me. I Want To Be Forgotten Even By God.

White Shall Not Neutralize The Black, Nor Good Compensate Bad In Man, Absolve Him So; Life's Business Being Just The Terrible Choice.

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

God! Thou Art Love! I Build My Faith On That.