By Hook Or By Crook This Peril

The Hearts Of Great Men Can Be Changed.

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe On Earth, There Is None More Wretched Than Man.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.