“The heart from out the bosom Was never given in vain But bought with sighs aplenty And sold for endless rue And now I am two and twenty And oh tis true, tis true”

“When I Was One-And-TwentyWhen I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say,“Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.”But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again,“The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain;’Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.”And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.”

“That he's mad, 'tis true,'tis true 'tis pity,And pity 'tis, 'tis true—a foolish figure,”

“tis true, 'tis pity, and 'tis pity, 'tis true.' what delightful things we might do were it not for Mrs. Harmon Andrews!”

“You need not laugh; 'tis perfectly true.”

“Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true,But are not critics to their judgment, too?”