I Love You For The Part Of

He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most Air.

Girls Blush, Sometimes, Because They Are Alive, Half Wishing They Were Dead To Save The Shame. The Sudden Blush Devours Them, Neck And Brow; They Have Drawn Too Near The Fire Of Life, Like Gnats, And Flare Up Bodily, Wings And All. What Then? Who's Sorry For A Gnat Or Girl?

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

Eyes Of Gentianellas Azure, Staring, Winking At The Skies.

Get Leave To Work In This World,--'tis The Best You Get At All.