I'll Note You In My Book Of

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.