I Do Not Think That Life Has

Do Anything But Love; Or If Thou Lovest And Art A Woman, Hide Thy Love From Him Whom Thou Dost Worship; Never Let Him Know How Dear He Is; Flit Like A Bird Before Him; Lead Him From Tree To Tree, From Flower To Flower; But Be Not Won, Or Thou Wilt, Like That Bird, When Caught And Caged, Be Left To Pine Neglected And Perish In Forgetfulness.

I Do Not Think That Life Has A Suspense More Sickening Than That Of Expecting A Letter Which Does Not Come.

The Rich Know Not How Hard It Is To Be Of Needful Rest And Needful Food Debarred.

To Enjoy Yourself Is The Easy Method To Give Enjoyment To Others.

Farewell's A Bitter Word To Say.