'tis Now The Summer Of Your Youth:

Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.

I Am Free In Performing An Action If I Could Have Done Otherwise If I Had Chosen To.

I Am Rich Beyond The Dreams Of Avarice.

The Hours I Spend With You I Look Upon As Sort Of A Perfumed Garden, A Dim Twilight, And A Fountain Singing To It. You And You Alone Make Me Feel That I Am Alive. Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.

Beauty Has Wings, And Too Hastily Flies, And Love, Unrewarded, Soon Sickens And Dies.