Report Me And My Cause Aright.

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers.

What Should We Speak Of When We Are Old As You? When We Shall Hear The Rain And Wind Beat Dark December? How, In This Our Pinching Cave, Shall We Discourse The Freezing Hours Away?

The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.