Modest Doubt Is Called The

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once Set On Ringing, With Its Own Weight Goes; Then Little Strength Rings Out The Doleful Knell.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story