Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When

Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched Go.

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.

A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep, And I Could Laugh; I Am Light And Heavy: Welcome.

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.