He That Loves To Be Flattered Is

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.