A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble

My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into The Sear And Yellow Leaf.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.

For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood.