Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A

I Hide Myself Within My Flower That Wearing On Your Breast, You, Unsuspecting, Wear Me Too - And Angels Know The Rest. I Hide Myself Within My Flower, That, Fading From Your Vase, You, Unsuspecting, Feel For Me Almost A Loneliness.

I Cannot Live With You, It Would Be Life, And Life Is Over There Behind The Shelf

It Is Better To Be The Hammer Than The Anvil.

I Hope You Love Birds Too. It Is Economical. It Saves Going To Heaven.

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.