What Lovely Things Thy Hand

We Wake And Whisper Awhile, But, The Day Gone By, Silence And Sleep Like Fields Of Amaranth Lie.

Three Jolly Huntsmen, In Coats Of Red, Rode Their Horses Up To Bed.

An Hour's Terror Is Better Than A Lifetime Of Timidity.

As Soon As They're Out Of Your Sight, You Are Out Of Their Mind.

As Long As I Live I Shall Always Be My Self - And No Other, Just Me.