I Only Go Out To Get Me

Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom, On Thee Shall Press No Ponderous Tomb; But On Thy Turf Shall Roses Rear Their Leaves, The Earliest Of The Year.

A Legal Broom's A Moral Chimney-sweeper, And That's The Reason He Himself's So Dirty

Kill A Man's Family, And He May Brook It, But Keep Your Hands Out Of His Breeches' Pocket.

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.

Ada! Sole Daughter Of My House And Heart.