Tongues I'll Hang On Every

Remuneration! O! That's The Latin Word For Three Farthings

As Good Luck Would Have It.

Are There No Stones In Heaven But What Serves For Thunder?

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.