So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me,

That Strain Again! It Had A Dying Fall: O, It Came O'er My Ear Like The Sweet Sound That Breathes Upon A Bank Of Violets, Stealing And Giving Odour! Enough; No More: 'tis Not So Sweet As It Was Before.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here?

Preposterous Ass, That Never Read So Far To Know The Cause Why Music Was Ordain'd! Was It Not To Refresh The Mind Of Man, After His Studies Or His Usual Pain?

I Am Ill At These Numbers.