What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To

How Sweet The Moonlight Sleeps Upon This Bank Here We Will Sit, And Let The Sounds Of Music Creep In Our Ears; Soft Stillness, And The Night Become The Touches Of Sweet Harmony

While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue In Thy Head.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.