Love Yourself; And In That Love Not

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

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.

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.