Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.