Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

She Marking Them Begins A Wailing Note And Sings Extemporally A Woeful Ditty How Love Makes Young Men Thrall And Old Men Dote How Love Is Wise In Folly, Foolish-witty Her Heavy Anthem Still Concludes In Woe, And Still The Choir Of Echoes Answer So.

Life's Uncertain Voyage.