Nature Teaches Beasts To Know Their Friends.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.

Good Lord, For Alliance! Thus Goes Every One To The World But I, And I Am Sunburnt; I May Sit In A Corner And Cry Heigh-ho For A Husband!

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. . . .