Adieu! I Have Too Grieved

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.