There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.

A Great While Ago The World Begun, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain; But That's All One, Our Play Is Done, And We'll Strive To Please You Every Day.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.