There Is Little Choice In A Barrel

Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A Cheerful Disposition.

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

It Is To Be All Made Of Fantasy, All Made Of Passion And All Made Of Wishes, All Adoration, Duty, And Observance, All Humbleness, All Patience And Impatience, All Purity, All Trial, All Observance

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow