Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where

What Should A Man Do But Be Merry? For Look You How Cheerfully My Mother Looks, And My Father Died Within's Two Hours.

Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

When I Got Enough Confidence, The Stage Was Gone. When I Was Sure Of Losing, I Won. When I Needed People The Most, They Left Me. When I Learnt To Dry My Tears, I Found A Shoulder To Cry On. And When I Mastered The Art Of Hating, Somebody Started Loving Me.