Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

He Capers, He Dances, He Has Eyes Of Youth, He Writes Verses, He Speaks Holiday, He Smells April And May.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

And She's Fair I Love.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.