Nor Myrtle--which Means Chiefly Love:

Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

Unless You Can Feel When The Song Is Done No Other Is Sweet In Its Rhythm; Unless You Can Feel When Left By One That All Men Else Go With Him.

For Frequent Tears Have Run; The Colours From My Life.

He's Just, Your Cousin, Ay, Abhorrently, He'd Wash His Hands In Blood, To Keep Them Clean.

Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight Through All The Spilt Saltpetre Of This World.