Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea

No Coward Soul Is Mine.

He Wanted All To Lie In An Ecstasy Of Peace; I Wanted All To Sparkle And Dance In A Glorious Jubilee. I Said His Heaven Would Be Only Half Alive; And He Said Mine Would Be Drunk: I Said I Should Fall Asleep In His; And He Said He Could Not Breathe In Mine.

I'll Be As Dirty As I Please, And I Like To Be Dirty, And I Will Be Dirty!

I Shall Smile When Wreaths Of Snow Blossom Where The Rose Should Grow.

Love Is Like The Wild Rose-briar; Friendship Like The Holly-tree. The Holly Is Dark When The Rose-briar Blooms, But Which Will Bloom Most Constantly?