A Robin Redbreast In A Cage Puts

When My Mother Died I Was Very Young, And My Father Sold Me While Yet My Tongue Could Scarcely Cry Weep Weep Weep Weep. So Your Chimneys I Sweep, And In Soot I Sleep.

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As Jealousy.

Thy Friendship Oft Has Made My Heart To Ache: Do Be My Enemy For Friendship's Sake.