You Know That Love Will Creep In

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues.

O Fortune, Fortune! All Men Call Thee Fickle.

This Senior-junior, Giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent Of Love-rhymes, Lord Of Folded Arms, The Anointed Sovereign Of Sighs And Groans, Liege Of All Loiterers And Malcontents.

I Am A Feather For Each Wind That Blows

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.