This Is The Short And The Long

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.

Then Love-devouring Death Do What He Dare.