I Am Going To Seek A Great

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.

I Know Of A Charm By Way Of A Prayer That Will Preserve A Man From The Violence Of Guns And All Manner Of Fire-weapons And Engines But It Will Do Me No Good Because I Do Not Believe It

Plain As A Nose In A Man's Face.

An Old Monkey Never Makes A Pretty Face.

Giving Words [is] An Act Of Lovers.