What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed,

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought I Summon Up Remembrance Of Things Past, I Sigh The Lack Of Many A Thing I Sought.

O, The Blood More Stirs To Rouse A Lion Than To Start A Hare!