My Wicked Heart Will Ramble On In

I Am The Family Face; Flesh Perishes, I Live On.

You Ride Well, But You Don't Kiss Nicely At All.

A Blaze Of Love And Extinction, Was Better Than A Lantern Glimmer Of The Same Which Should Last Long Years.

I May Do Some Good Before I Am Dead--be A Sort Of Success As A Frightful Example Of What Not To Do; And So Illustrate A Moral Story.

So Do Flux And Reflux--the Rhythm Of Change--alternate And Persist In Everything Under The Sky.