Joy, Whose Hand Is Ever At His

Give Me Women, Wine And Snuff Until I Cry Out 'hold, Enough!' You May Do So San Objection Till The Day Of Resurrection; For Bless My Beard Then Aye Shall Be My Beloved Trinity.

Dancing Music, Music Sad, Both Together, Sane And Mad.

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They

You Are Always New. The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest; The Last Smile The Brightest; The Last Movement The Gracefullest. When You Pass'd My Window Home Yesterday, I Was Fill'd With As Much Admiration As If I Had Then Seen You For The First Time...even If You Did Not Love Me I Could Not Help An Entire Devotion To You.

I Shall Soon Be Laid In The Quiet Grave - Thank God For The Quiet Grave