A Robin Redbreast In A Cage Puts

And Priests In Black Gowns Were Walking Their Rounds And Binding With Briars My Joys And Desires. (from 'the Garden Of Love')

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed

When A Sinister Person Means To Be Your Enemy, They Always Start By Trying To Become Your Friend.

I Am More Famed In Heaven For My Works Than I Could Well Conceive. In My Brain Are Studies & Chambers Filled With Books & Pictures Of Old, Which I Wrote And Painted In Ages Of Eternity Before My Mortal Life; And Whose Works Are The Delight & Study Of Archangels. Why, Then, Should I Be Anxious About The Riches Or Fame Of Mortality?

Come Live, And Be Merry, And Join With Me, To Sing The Sweet Chorus Of 'ha Ha He!