How Is It That The Clouds Still

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies; Of His Bones Are Coral Made; Those Are Pearls That Were His Eyes; Nothing Of Him That Doth Fade, But Doth Suffer A Sea-change Into Something Rich And Strange. Sea-nymphs Hourly Ring His Knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I Hear Them — Ding-dong, Bell.

Tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich.

Never Shame To Hear What You Have Nobly Done

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.

Should All Despair That Have Revolted Wives, The Tenth Of Mankind Would Hang Themselves.