Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.

We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes To The Last Man.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.