Thou Art A Castilian King Urinal!

But Thou Art Fair, And At Thy Birth, Dear Boy, Nature And Fortune Join'd To Make Thee Great: Of Nature's Gifts Thou Mayst With Lilies Boast, And With The Half-blown Rose; But Fortune, O!

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.