My Hair Is Grey, But Not With

No More We Meet In Yonder Bowers Absence Has Made Me Prone To Roving; But Older, Firmer Hearts Than Ours, Have Found Monotony In Loving.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did Not Show It, For Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

Nothing So Difficult As A Beginning In Poesy, Unless Perhaps The End.

A Celebrity Is One Who Is Known To Many Persons He Is Glad He Doesn't Know.