Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

As Good Play For Nothing, You Know, As Work For Nothing.

Good Even, Good Fair Moon, Good Even To Thee. I Prithee, Dear Moon, Now Show To Me The Form And The Features, The Speech And Degree, Of The Man That True Lover Of Mine Shall Be.

Now, It Is Well Known, That A Man May With More Impunity Be Guilty Of An Actual Breach Either Of Real Good Breeding Or Of Good Morals, Than Appear Ignorant Of The Most Minute Point Of Fashionable Etiquette.

For Love Will Still Be Lord Of All.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name