One Half Of Me Is Yours, The

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

Now All The Youth Of England Are On Fire, And Silken Dalliance In The Wardrobe Lies; Now Thrive The Armorers, And Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

Better Conquest Never Canst Thou Make Than Arm Thy Constant And Thy Nobler Parts Against Giddy, Loose Suggestions.

When I Was At Home I Was In A Better Place

Let The Sap Of Reason Quench The Fire Of Passion.