In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

The Wide World Is All Before Us - But A World Without A Friend.

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.

Oh My Luve's Like A Red, Red Rose, That's Newly Sprung In June; Oh My Luve's Like The Melodie That's Sweetly Played In Tune.

Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die.