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I Look On The Opposite Sex With Something Like The Admiration With Which I Regard The Starry Sky On A Frosty December Night. I Admire The Beauty Of The Creator's Workmanship, I Am Charmed With The Wild But Graceful Eccentricity Of The Motions, And Then I Wish Both Of Them Goodnight.

There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine; There's Some Are Fou O' Brandy.

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Has Slain!

The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley.