Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.

She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed; She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

A Lion Among Ladies Is A Most Dreadful Thing.