When Matters Are Desperate We

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

I'll Be Merry And Free, I'll Be Sad For Nae-body; If Nae-body Cares For Me, I'll Care For Nae-body.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

Suspense Is Worst Than Disappointment.

When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields And Forests Bare.