The Last Taste Of Sweets

Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.

In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?