Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.

What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust To The Shore, Ships Have Been Drown'd, Where Late They Danc'd Before.

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Livethy Protestant To Be,or Bid Me Love, And I Will Givea Loving Heart To Thee.