Memory, Bosom-spring Of Joy.

Ah Why Refuse The Blameless Bliss? Can Danger Lurk Within A Kiss?

Cant Is The Parrot Talk Of A Profession.

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole, To Mary Queen The Praise Be Given! She Sent The Gentle Sleep From Heaven, That Slid Into My Soul.

As I Live And Am A Man, This Is An Unexaggerated Tale - My Dreams Become The Substances Of My Life.

We Have To Administer The Law Whether We Like It Or No.