Oh Would I Were Dead Now, Or

My Tears Must Stop, For Every Drop Hinders Needle And Thread.

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As Long As My Day Lasted, I Would Look On The Bright Side Of Everything.