She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her. >>
That's a valiant flea that dares eat his breakfast on the lip of a lio >>
But thy eternal summer shall not fade. >>
I advise you to go on living solely to enrage those who are paying you >>
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; you played, and loved, a >>
I am a free man. I feel as light as a feather. >>
Fear no more the heat o the sun, nor the furious winter's rages. Thou thy worldly task hast done, home art gone and taken thy wages.