All The World Is A

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

I Have Been Studying How I May Compare This Prison Where I Live Unto The World; And, For Because The World Is Populous, And Here Is Not A Creature But Myself, I Cannot Do It. Yet I'll Hammer It Out.

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Thus Weary Of The World, Away She Hies, And Yokes Her Silver Doves; By Whose Swift Aid Their Mistress Mounted Through The Empty Skies In Her Light Chariot Quickly Is Convey'd; Holding Their Course To Paphos, Where Their Queen Means To Immure Herself And Not Be Seen.