Remembrance Of Things Past.

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

She Says I Am Not Fair, That I Lack Manners; She Calls Me Proud, And That She Could Not Love Me, Were Man As Rare As Phoenix.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.