I Am Not Now That

Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand Assume The Distaff Not The Brand.

I Have Imbibed Such A Love For Money That I Keep Some Sequins In A Drawer To Count, And Cry Over Them Once A Week.

A Pretty Woman Is A Welcome Guest.

The Castled Crag Of Drachenfels, Frowns O'er The Wide And Winding Rhine, Whose Breast Of Waters Broadly Swells Between The Banks Which Bear The Vine, And Hills All Rich With Blossom'd Trees, And Fields Which Promise Corn And Wine, And Scatter'd Cities Crowning These, Whose Far White Walls Along Them Shine.

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.