Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.

The Sooner You Treat Your Son As A Man, The Sooner He Will Be One.

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.

Inspire The Vocal Brass, Inspire; The World Is Past Its Infant Age: Arms And Honour, Arms And Honour, Set The Martial Mind On Fire, And Kindle Manly Rage.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.