Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom

Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France

I Am Thy Father's Spirit; Doom'd For A Certain Term To Walk The Night And, For The Day, Confin'd To Fast In Fires, Till The Foul Crimes, Done In My Days Of Nature, Are Burnt And Purg'd Away.

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.