You Know That Love Will Creep In

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.