Now I go whither thou hast sentenced me,
Whither, 'tis said, the road is common,
Where oblivion is the remedy for those that love.
But could I drink it all,
Not even thus could I slake
My passionate longing.
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Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
by Eugene Field
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West
The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the best;
Milt, being rich, was much too proud to run the thing alone,