An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit

Ill Fortune Seldom Comes Alone.

Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

My Whole Life Has Been A Golden Dream Of Love And Friendship.