O, My Luve Is Like A Red,

Your Lines, I Maintain It, Are Poetry, And Good Poetry.... Friendship... Had I Been So Blest As To Have Met With You In Time, Might Have Led Me - God Of Love Only Knows Where.

The Golden Hours On Angel Wings Flew O'er Me And My Dearie, For Dear To Me As Light And Life Was My Sweet Highland Mary.

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.

A Women Can Make An Average Man Great, And A Great Man Average.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.