Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto, Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.

For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.

His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain: He was a lover of the good old school, Who still become more constant a…

Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.

Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words.

'...like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months and then taken outside and run over with a car' --Unknown critic wh…

Are ye, two vultures sick for battle, Two scorpions under one wet stone, Two bloodless wolves whose dry throats rattle, Two crows perched on the murrained catt…