The Gods Are Deaf To

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

But Whate'er You Are That In This Desert Inaccessible, Under The Shade Of Melancholy Boughs, Lose And Neglect The Creeping Hours Of Time; If You Have Ever Looked On Better Days, If Ever Been Where Bells Knoll'd To Church, If Ever Sat At Any Good Man's Feast, If Ever From Your Eyelids Wiped A Tear, And Know What 'tis To Pity And Be Pitied, Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be. . . .

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

Let Us Kill All Lawyers