It Is Not Vain Glory For A

I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

O! Let Me Not Be Mad, Not Mad, Sweet Heaven; Keep Me In Temper; I Would Not Be Mad!