Tis No Sin For A Man To

My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art Another.

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.

How Hard It Is For Women To Keep Counsel!

But Love That Comes Too Late, Like A Remorseful Pardon Slowly Carried, To The Great Sender Turns A Sour Offense, Crying, 'that's Good That's Gone.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.