I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks, But I Thank You; And Sure, Dear Friends, My Thanks Are Too Dear A Halfpenny.