Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company

Solitude Is Very Sad, Too Much Company Twice As Bad.

Oh, Bring Again My Heart's Content, Thou Spirit Of The Summer-time!

Sin We Have Explain'd Away; Unluckily, The Sinners Stay.

Not Like Homer Would I Write, Not Like Dante If I Might, Not Like Shakespeare At His Best, Not Like Goethe Or The Rest, Like Myself, However Small, Like Myself, Or Not At All.

Round The World And Home Again, That's The Sailor's Way!