Who Can Control His Fate?

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

Women May Fall When There's No Strength In Men.

What Man Art Thou That, Thus Bescreened In Night, So Stumblest On My Counsel? *who Are You? Why Do You Hide In The Darkness And Listen To My Private Thoughts?*

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn