For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My

Come Live In My Heart, And Pay No Rent.

To Return After Long Years Of Painful Absence To Some Place Which Has Been The Scene Of Our Former Joys, And Whence The Force Of Circumstance, And Not Choice, Has Driven Us, Is Oppressive To The Heart.

There's Luck In Odd Numbers.

Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile In Her Eye.

I'll Seek A Four Leaved Shamrock In All Thy Fairy Dells, And If I Find The Charmed Leaves, Oh, How I'll Weave My Spells!