My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.

Accurst Ambition, How Dearly I Have Bought You.

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But A Word And A Blow.

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.