Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

When I Got Enough Confidence, The Stage Was Gone. When I Was Sure Of Losing, I Won. When I Needed People The Most, They Left Me. When I Learnt To Dry My Tears, I Found A Shoulder To Cry On. And When I Mastered The Art Of Hating, Somebody Started Loving Me.

Twas Never Merry World Since Lowly Feigning Was Called Compliment.

Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep My Bones!

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art, As Those Whose Beauties Proudly Make Them Cruel; For Well Thou Know'st To My Dear Doting Heart Thou Art The Fairest And Most Precious Jewel.