I 'gin To Be Aweary

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

Let's Meet As Little As We Can

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

I Am Declined Into The Vale Of Years.

For The Success, Although Particular, Shall Give A Scantling Of Good Or Bad Unto The General; And In Such Indexes, Although Small Pricks To Their Subsequent Volumes, There Is Seen The Baby Figure Of The Giant Mass Of Things To Come At Large.