Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.
Your eyes smile peace.
The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!
The sea hath no king but God alone.
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.