They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
A man I am cross'd with adversity.
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony