What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

In Black Ink My Love May Still Shine Bright.