Are There No Stones In Heaven But

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.

My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art Another.

No Doubt They Rose Up Early To Observe The Rite Of May; And, Hearing Our Intent, Came Here In Grace Of Our Solemnity.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful