Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

God Grant Us Patience!

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

Men Should Be What They Seem.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!