My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.

The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.