My Heart Is Turned To

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.