Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

I Would With Such Perfection Govern, Sir, T'excel The Golden Age.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven