My Muse Sits Forlorn She Wishes She

You Must Have Some Money If You Are Going To Live Simply. It Need Not Be Much, But You Must Have Some.

It Is The Privilege Of The Rich To Waste The Time Of The Poor To Water With Tears In Secret A Tree That Grows In Secret That Bears Fruit In Secret That Ripened Falls To The Ground In Secret And Manures The Parent Tree Oh The Wicked Tree Of Hatred And The Secret The Sap Rising And The Tears Falling.

I'll Have Your Heart, If Not By Gift My Knife Shall Carve It Out. I'll Have Your Heart, Your Life.

Christianity In The Suburb Is Cheerful. The Church Is A Centre Of Social Activity And Those Who Go To Church Need Never Be Lonely.

Cry Pretty, Pretty, Pretty And You'll Be Able Very Soon Not Even To Cry Pretty And So Be Delivered Entirely From Humanity This Is Prettiest Of All, It Is Very Pretty.