There's Luck In Odd Numbers.

To Return After Long Years Of Painful Absence To Some Place Which Has Been The Scene Of Our Former Joys, And Whence The Force Of Circumstance, And Not Choice, Has Driven Us, Is Oppressive To The Heart.

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

Come Live In My Heart, And Pay No Rent.

For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My Dear.

There Was A Place In Childhood That I Remember Well, And There A Voice Of Sweetest Tone Bright Fairy Tales Did Tell.