Tax Not So Bad A Voice To

Come, Let's Have One Other Gaudy Night. Call To Me All My Sad Captains. Fill Our Bowls Once More. Let's Mock The Midnight Bell.

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.