I'll Never Be Such A Gosling To

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.