Yet Smelt Roast Meat, Beheld A Huge

Love Rules The Camp, The Court, The Grove - For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

How Sweet And Soothing Is This Hour Of Calm! I Thank Thee, Night! For Thou Has Chased Away These Horrid Bodements Which, Amidst The Throng, I Could Not Dissipate; And With The Blessing Of Thy Benign And Quiet Influence Now Will I To My Couch, Although To Rest Is Almost Wronging Such A Night As This.

Let Not His Mode Of Raising Cash Seem Strange, Although He Fleeced The Flags Of Every Nation, For Into A Prime Minister But Change His Title, And 'tis Nothing But Taxation.

I Do Detest Everything Which Is Not Perfectly Mutual.