I Am Free In Performing An Action

Honesty Needs No Pains To Set Itself Off.

'tis Now The Summer Of Your Youth: Time Has Not Cropped The Roses From Your Cheek, Though Sorrow Long Has Washed Them.

I Am Rich Beyond The Dreams Of Avarice.

The Hours I Spend With You I Look Upon As Sort Of A Perfumed Garden, A Dim Twilight, And A Fountain Singing To It. You And You Alone Make Me Feel That I Am Alive. Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.

I Am Free In Performing An Action If I Could Have Done Otherwise If I Had Chosen To.