Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

Think Not I Am What I Appear.

When Age Chills The Blood, When Our Pleasures Are Past - For Years Fleet Away With The Wings Of The Dove - The Dearest Remembrance Will Still Be The Last, Our Sweetest Memorial The First Kiss Of Love.

A Pretty Woman Is A Welcome Guest.

I Love The Language, It Sounds As If It Should Be Writ On Satin With Syllables Which Breathe Of The Sweet South