Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.

So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine, And I My Self Am Mortgaged To Thy Will, My Self I'll Forfeit, So That Other Mine, Thou Wilt Restore To Be My Comfort Still.

While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

The Voice Of Parents Is The Voice Of Gods, For To Their Children They Are Heaven's Lieutenants.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground