Something Is Rotten In The

The Cunning Livery Of Hell.

When I Got Enough Confidence, The Stage Was Gone. When I Was Sure Of Losing, I Won. When I Needed People The Most, They Left Me. When I Learnt To Dry My Tears, I Found A Shoulder To Cry On. And When I Mastered The Art Of Hating, Somebody Started Loving Me.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.

What Can Be Happier Than For A Man, Conscious Of Virtuous Acts, And Content With Liberty, To Despise All Human Affairs?