A Name, It Has More Than Nominal

Oh Would I Were Dead Now, Or Up In My Bed Now, To Cover My Head Now, And Have A Good Cry!

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

The Quaker Loves An Ample Brim, A Hat That Bows To No Salaam; And Dear The Beaver Is To Him As If It Never Made A Dam.

There Is Not A String Attuned To Mirth But Has Its Chord Of Melancholy.

The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.