Suspense Is Worse Than Disappointment.

But Little Mouse, You Are Not Alone, In Proving Foresight May Be Vain: The Best Laid Schemes Of Mice And Men Go Often Askew, And Leave Us Nothing But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy! Still You Are Blest, Compared With Me!

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.

What's A' Your Jargon O' Your Schools, Your Latin Names For Horns And Stools; If Honest Nature Made You Fools.

Nature's Law, That Man Was Made To Mourn. Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn! O Death, The Poor Man's Dearest Friend, The Kindest And The Best!

That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The Keystane.