Good Reasons Must Of Force Give Place

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.

All The World's A Stage.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!