The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.

Some Say That Ever 'gainst The Season Comes Wherein Our Saviour's Birth Is Celebrated, The Bird Of Dawning Singeth All Night Long: And Then, They Say, No Spirit Can Walk Abroad; The Nights Are Wholesome; Then No Planets Strike, No Fairy Takes, Nor Wi

My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things Forgotten.

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.