That Truth Should Be Silent I Had

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

What Wouldst Thou Do, Old Man? Think'st Thou That Duty Shall Have Dread To Speak When Power To Flattery Bows?

This Thou Perceivest, Which Makes Thy Love More Strong, To Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long