Lives Of Great Men Oft Remind Us

It Was Not In The Winter Our Loving Lot Was Cast! It Was The Time Of Roses, We Plucked Them As We Passed!

I Love Thee - I Love Thee, 'tis All That I Can Say, It Is My Vision In The Night, My Dreaming In The Day.

To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is Like Whistling Against The Wind.

She Stood Breast-high Amid The Corn Clasp'd By The Golden Light Of Morn, Like The Sweetheart Of The Sun, Who Many A Glowing Kiss Had Won.

The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And So His Teeth Had Done Some Years Ago.