My Days Are In The Yellow Leaf;

Man Is A Carnivorous Production, And Must Have Meals, At Least One Meal A Day; He Cannot Live, Like Woodcocks, Upon Suction, But, Like The Shark And Tiger, Must Have Prey; Although His Anatomical Construction Bears Vegetables, In A Grumbling Way, Your Laboring People Think Beyond All Question, Beef, Veal, And Mutton Better For Digestion.

Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue Ocean

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.

With Thee All Tales Are Sweet; Each Clime Has Charms; Earth - Sea Alike - Our World Within Our Arms.