There Is No Crime Of

If Youth Is A Fault, It Is One That One Gets Rid Of Soon Enough.

What Sort Of God Would It Be, Who Only Pushed From Without.

Is This The Destiny Of Man? Is He Only Happy Before He Has Acquired His Reason Or After He Has Lost It?

If Thou Wouldst Hear What Seemly Is And Fit, Inquire Of Noble Woman; They Can Tell, Who In Life's Common Usage Hold Their Place By Graceful Deed And Aptly Chosen Word.

A King There Was Once Reigning, Who Had A Goodly Flea, Him Loved He Without Feigning, As His Own Son Were He!