The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity Under The Sun!

She Stood Breast-high Amid The Corn Clasp'd By The Golden Light Of Morn, Like The Sweetheart Of The Sun, Who Many A Glowing Kiss Had Won.

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

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

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.