Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More,

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

Good Name In Man And Woman Is The Immediate Jewel Of Their Souls.