I Wish I Were A Girl Again,

Thoughts Are Tyrants That Return Again And Again To Torment Us.

Riches I Hold In Light Esteem, And Love I Laugh To Scorn, And Lust Of Fame Was But A Dream That Vanished With The Morn. And If I Pray, The Only Prayer That Moves My Lips For Me Is, 'leave The Heart That Now I Bear, And Give Me Liberty!' Yes, As My Swift Days Near Their Goal, 'tis All That I Implore - In Life And Death, A Chainless Soul, With Courage To Endure.

Hereafter She Is Only My Sister In Name; Not Because I Disown Her, But Because She Has Disowned Me.

Nonsense, Do You Imagine He Has Thought As Much Of You As You Have Of Him?

Worthless As Wither'd Weeds.