Music Sweeps By Me As A Messenger

Trouble's Made Us Kin.

It Cuts One Sadly To See The Grief Of Old People; They've No Way O' Working It Off; And The New Spring Brings No New Shoots Out On The Withered Tree.

I Am Not Resigned: I Am Not Sure Life Is Long Enough To Learn That Lesson.

In Travelling I Shape Myself Betimes To Idleness And Take Fools' Pleasure

It Always Remains True That If We Had Been Greater, Circumstance Would Have Been Less Strong Against Us.