Woman, The More Careful She Is About

Queen And Huntress, Chaste And Fair Now The Sun Is Laid To Sleep, Seated In Thy Silver Chair, State In Wonted Manner Keep: Hesperus Entreats Thy Light Goddess, Excellently Bright.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

Nor Shall Our Cups Make Any Guilty Men; But At Our Parting, We Will Be, As When We Innocently Met.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.

I Do Honor The Very Flea Of His Dog.