And How They Kist Each Other's Tremulous

Closer Of Lovely Eyes To Lovely Dreams, Lover Of Loneliness, And Wandering, Of Upcast Eye, And Tender Pondering! Thee Must I Praise Above All Other Glories That Smile Us On To Tell Delightful Stories.

I Shall Soon Be Laid In The Quiet Grave - Thank God For The Quiet Grave

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!

Give Me Women, Wine And Snuff Until I Cry Out 'hold, Enough!' You May Do So San Objection Till The Day Of Resurrection; For Bless My Beard Then Aye Shall Be My Beloved Trinity.

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.