For Never, Never, Wicked Man Was Wise.

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.