And that's the kind of thing people think, you know, that if you sign up to be a singer-songwriter you know how to deal with people setting up hate websites, or people being obsessed with you and crying when you touch them, but you don't, and you just have to deal with.
“Treason doth never prosper, what's the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it Treason.”
“How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.”