Bells Are Musics Laughter.

No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees, No Fruits, No Flowers, No Leaves, No Birds - November!

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.

Comfort And Indolence Are Cronies.

How Widely Its Agencies Vary,- To Save, To Ruin, To Curse, To Bless,- As Even Its Minted Coins Express, Now Stamp'd With The Image Of Good Queen Bess, And Now Of A Bloody Mary.

Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity Under The Sun!