'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?

As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him. But As He Was Ambitious, I Slew Him.

I Was A Coward On Instinct.

Be Just, And Fear Not.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.