Thou And I Are Too

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

I Was Too Young That Time To Value Her, But Now I Know Her. If She Be A Traitor, Why, So Am I. We Still Have Slept Together, Rose At An Instant, Learned, Played, Eat Together, And Wheresoe'er We Went, Like Juno's Swans, Still We Went Coupled And Inseparable.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.