Tomorrow Let Us Do Or

The Smaller Your Reality, The More Convinced You Are That You Know Everything.

What Though My Winged Hours Of Bliss Have Been, Like Angel Visits, Few And Far Between.

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

Who Hail Thee, Man! The Pilgrim Of The Day, Spouse Of The Worm, And Brother Of The Clay.

The Popularity Of That Baby-faced Boy, Who Possessed Not Even The Elements Of A Good Actor, Was A Hallucination In The Public Mind, And A Disgrace To Our Theatrical History.