

Very rare items : pictures of a dame with her mouth shut
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
(Tennyson, 1842)
And you must tell me about your clutch control
The world forgetting, by the world forgot:
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Pope, Eloisa to Abelard