I Will Not Be Sworn But Love

He Makes A July's Day Short As December.

We Will Draw The Curtain And Show You The Picture.

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.

Delivers In Such Apt And Gracious Words That Aged Ears Play Truant At His Tales; And Younger Hearings Are Quite Ravished; So Sweet And Voluble Is His Discourse.