Things Are Seldom What They

There's Fish In The Sea, No Doubt Of It, As Good As Ever Came Out Of It.

In Short, Whoever You May Be, To This Conclusion You'll Agree, When Every One Is Somebodee, Then No One's Anybody!

What Though I Cannot Meet My Bills? What Though I Suffer Toothache's Ills? What Though I Swallow Countless Pills?

Posterity Shall Know Of Me Even Less Than I Shall Know Of Posterity.

Love, Unrequited, Robs Me Of My Rest: Love, Hopeless Love, My Ardent Soul Encumbers: Love, Nightmare-like, Lies Heavy On My Chest, And Weaves Itself Into My Midnight Slumbers!