It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep,

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

I Want Someone To Laugh With Me, Someone To Be Grave With Me, Someone To Please Me And Help My Discrimination With His Or Her Own Remark, And At Times, No Doubt, To Admire My Acuteness And Penetration.

Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To Rebels, And Humanity Is Cruelty.

Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.