Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears

Here Come The Lovers, Full Of Joy And Mirth.— Joy, Gentle Friends! Joy And Fresh Days Of Love Accompany Your Hearts!

Why, Thou Deboshed Fish Thou...wilt Thou Tell A Monstrous Lie, Being But Half A Fish And Half A Monster?

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes To The Last Man.