A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

I Love Thee - I Love Thee, 'tis All That I Can Say, It Is My Vision In The Night, My Dreaming In The Day.

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?

There Are Three Things Which The Public Will Always Clamour For, Sooner Or Later; Namely: Novelty, Novelty, Novelty.

With Fingers Weary And Worn, With Eyelids Heavy And Red, A Woman Sat In Unwomanly Rags, Plying Her Needle And Thread.