He Is Not Great Who Is Not

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.

I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn.