I'll Dream No More--by Mainly

Thou And I Are But The Blind Instruments Of Some Irresistible Fatality, That Hurries Us Along, Like Goodly Vessels Driving Before The Storm, Which Are Dashed Against Each Other, And So Perish.

Fair Play Is A Jewel.

Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar, For Lovers Love The Western Star.

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.

I Like A Highland Friend Who Will Stand By Me Not Only When I Am In The Right, But When I Am A Little In The Wrong.