I know the stage lights are bright, it's nearly impossible to see:But I'm still going to pretend that you really were staring dreamingly & longingly at me.
I've spent my life sailing the Seven Seas:I live and breathe adventure's call.But I've never seen anyone other than me:Is there anyone out there at all?
Save Me.I'm drowning in the waves of the sea.I'm crying.But nobody cares that I'm dying.I'm screaming.But everyone ignores me.I'm drowning.Down my life is counting.I'm trapped inside myself so I can't swim to shore.Please throw me a rope: that's what friends are for.Another wave, another wave, and just like that I'm gone.It's not like you cared all along.And just like that I'm gone at sea.Why didn't you save me?
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catchOne of her feather'd creatures broke away,Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatchIn pursuit of the thing she would have stay;Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,Cries to catch her whose busy care is bentTo follow that which flies before her face,Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Eph. What Friendship is, ARDELIA shew.Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You.Eph. This Account, so short (tho' kind)Suits not my enquiring Mind.Therefore farther now repeat;What is Friendship when complete?Ard. 'Tis to share all Joy and Grief;'Tis to lend all due ReliefFrom the Tongue, the Heart, the Hand;'Tis to mortgage House and Land;For a Friend be sold a Slave;'Tis to die upon a Grave,If a Friend therein do lie.Eph. This indeed, tho' carry'd high,This, tho' more than e'er was doneUnderneath the rolling Sun,