Presume Not That I Am The Thing

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

If Thou Art Rich, Thou Art Poor; For, Like An Ass, Whose Back With Ingots Bows, Thou Bearest Thy Heavy Riches But A Journey, And Death Unloads Thee.

Thou Hast No Figures Nor No Fantasies Which Busy Care Draws In The Brains Of Men; Therefore Thou Sleep'st So Sound.

For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek To Me.

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.