The Windy Satisfaction Of The

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A Fool Understands It.

No One Can Hurry Me Down To Hades Before My Time, But If A Man's Hour Is Come, Be He Brave Or Be He Coward, There Is No Escape For Him When He Has Once Been Born.