Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In

I Am A Feather For Each Wind That Blows

Fortune Is Painted Blind, With A Muffler Afore Her Eyes, To Signify To You That Fortune Is Blind.

The Voice Of Parents Is The Voice Of Gods, For To Their Children They Are Heaven's Lieutenants.

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

What Made Me Love Thee? Let That Persuade Thee, There's Something Extraordinary In Thee