The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard,

When Faced With A Sea Of Troubles, Take Action, And In So Doing End It.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

I Am Your Wife If You Will Marry Me. If Not, I'll Die Your Maid. To Be Your Fellow You May Deny Me, But I'll Be Your Servant Whether You Will Or No.

Gently To Hear, Kindly To Judge.

Under The Greenwood Tree, Who Loves To Lie With Me And Tune His Merry Note, Unto The Sweet Bird's Throat; Come Hither, Come Hither, Come Hither. Here Shall He See No Enemy But Winter And Rough Weather.