The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

O, Reason Not The Need!