Ah Me, How Weak A

And Crispin Crispian Shall Ne'er Go By, From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Hath Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

My Thoughts Are Whirled Like A Potter's Wheel; I Know Not Where I Am Nor What I Do.