...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/

My Wife's Not Some Doobie To Be Passed Around! I Took A Vow On Our Wedding Day To Bogart Her For Life.

If You Are One Of Earth’s Inhabitants, How Blest Your Father, And Your Gentle Mother, Blest All Your Kin. I Know What Happiness Must Send The Warm Tears To Their Eyes, Each Time They See Their Wondrous Child Go To The Dancing! But One Man’s Destiny Is More Than Blest—he Who Prevails, And Takes You As His Bride. Never Have I Laid Eyes On Equal Beauty In Man Or Woman. I Am Hushed Indeed.

Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One Moment Flame With Life Eating The Produce Of The Land And At Another Moment Weakly Perish.

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

By Turns The Nine Delight To Sing