An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange

If Naebody Care For Me,i'll Care For Naebody.

The Best-laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men, Gang Aft A-gley, And Leave Us Nought But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

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.

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.