Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You

The Truest Poetry Is The Most Feigning.

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

And Be These Juggling Friends No More Believ'd, That Palter With Us In A Double Sense; That Keep The Word Of Promise To Our Ear And Break It To Our Hope.