Let Life Be Short, Else

We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married O'sunday

So Sweet Was Ne'er So Fatal. I Must Weep. But They Are Creul Tears. This Sorrow's Heavenly; It Strikes Where It Doth Love.

One Half Of Me Is Yours, The Other Half Is Yours, Mine Own, I Would Say; But If Mine, Then Yours, And So All Yours.