A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep,

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

I Know A Lady In Venice Would Have Walked Barefoot To Palestine For A Touch Of His Nether Lip

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To Wed At Leisure.