Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears

Love Is Merely A Madness.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I Think, That E' Er The Sun Shone Bright On.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!