In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.

Promising Is The Very Air O' The Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.