If Wishes Would Prevail With

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

Time Does Not Have The Same Appeal For Every One

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.