For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
Life is brief but love is LONG .
Attain the unattainable.
O last regret, regret can die!
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.