I Wonder What It Would

When I Make Up My Mind To Do A Thing It Stays Made Up.

Who Would Endure Life If It Were Not For The Hope Of Death?

How Fair The Realm Imagination Opens To The View.

Why Is It That The Nicest Things Never Are Healthy?

I Know I Haven't Much Sense Or Sobriety, But I've Got What Is Ever So Much Better — The Knack Of Making People Like Me.