And I don't need to know whyAnd I don't want to promiseWhere do we goWhere did you goAnd I don't want to lieI just know that I need to...Love.
Let but thy wicked men from out thee go,And all the fools that crowd thee so,Even thou, who dost thy millions boast,A village less than Islington wilt grow,A solitude almost.Abraham Cowley
I wear my Pen as others do their Sword.To each affronting sot I meet, the wordIs Satisfaction: straight to thrusts I go,And pointed satire runs him through and through.john oldham
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