An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange

My Heart Is Sair-i Dare Na Tell, My Heart Is Sair For Somebody.

Nursing Her Wrath To Keep It Warm.--robert Burns

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.

Your Lines, I Maintain It, Are Poetry, And Good Poetry.... Friendship... Had I Been So Blest As To Have Met With You In Time, Might Have Led Me - God Of Love Only Knows Where.

Gin A Body Meet A Body Coming Thro' The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body— Need A Body Cry?