Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile

For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My Dear.

For A Ballad's A Thing You Expect To Find Lies In.

My Hearing Has Suffered Seriously; Just Now I Am Obliged To Have The Assistance Of An Ear Trumpet. Think Of That, My Beauty! - There 's A State For Your Old Lover To Be In! - No More Tender Whisperings! Imagine Sweet Confessions To Be Made Through An Ear Trumpet!

There's Luck In Odd Numbers.

A Baby Was Sleeping, Its Mother Was Weeping.