The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

The Year's In Wane; There Is Nothing Adorning; The Night Has No Eve, And The Day Has No Morning; Cold Winter Gives Warning!

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence, For No Lonely Bird Would Sing Into His Hollow Ear From Woods Forlorn, Nor Lowly Hedge Nor Solitary Thorn;- Shaking His Languid Locks All Dewy Bright With Tangled Gossamer That Fell By Night, Pearling His Coronet Of Golden Corn.

A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In Words.