O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

Despair And Die. The Ghosts

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

We Fail! But Screw Your Courage To The Sticking-place, And We'll Not Fail.

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.