Since Brass

 

T-

bone,

we go’n

 

live

fer

ivv-

er.

 

Yer

looks?

My

Books?

Why

shur!

 

Not Marble

 

This

word,

whis-

pered,

shall

stand,

and

 

the

Car-

rar-

a

mar-

ble

fall.

 

My Mistress’ Eyes

Are Nothing

 

Yes,

Per-

fes-

ser,

snow

no

doubt

out-

does

 

her

et-

cet-

er-

as.

 

Th’ expense

 

Lust

is

just

mis-

 

er-

y,

wor-

ry

 

and

blame.

Brand-

name

 

dreck.

Ecch.

 

George Starbuck