What The Vengeance, Could He

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

But Yet, I Say, If Imputation And Strong Circumstances, Which Lead Directly To The Door Of Truth, Will Give You Satisfaction, You May Have It.

O! Let Me Not Be Mad, Not Mad, Sweet Heaven; Keep Me In Temper; I Would Not Be Mad!