If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

Fear No More The Heat O' Th' Sun Nor The Furious Winters' Rages; Thou Thy Worldly Task Hast Done, Home Art Gone, And Ta'en Thy Wages. Golden Lads And Girls All Must, As Chimney-sweepers, Come To Dust.

Barnes Are Blessings.

An Two Men Ride Of A Horse, One Must Ride Behind.