Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.

Twas When The Seas Were Roaring With Hollow Blasts Of Wind, A Damsel Lay Deploring, All On A Rock Reclined.

Look Round, The Wrecks Of Play Behold; Estates Dismember'd, Mortgaged, Sold! Their Owners Now To Jails Confin'd, Show Equal Poverty Of Mind.

A Man Is Always Afraid Of A Woman That Loves Him Too Much