The Heart Will Break, But

But There Are Wanderers O'er Eternity Whose Bark Drives On And On, And Anchor'd Ne'er Shall Be.

Yet Smelt Roast Meat, Beheld A Huge Fire Shine, And Cooks In Motion With Their Clean Arms Bared.

Tis Said That Persons Living On Annuities Are Longer Lived Than Others.

But What Is Hope? Nothing But The Paint On The Face Of Existence; The Least Touch Of Truth Rubs It Off, And Then We See What A Hollow-cheeked Harlot We Have Got Hold Of.

Fair Greece! Sad Relic Of Departed Worth! Immortal, Though No More! Though Fallen, Great!