Report Me And My Cause Aright.

I Was Born Free As Caesar; So Were You

How Sweet The Moonlight Sleeps Upon This Bank Here We Will Sit, And Let The Sounds Of Music Creep In Our Ears; Soft Stillness, And The Night Become The Touches Of Sweet Harmony

And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine Days!

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.