Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed. Maids Are May When They Are Maids, But The Sky Changes When They Are Wives.

The Weary Sun Hath Made A Golden Set And By The Bright Tract Of His Fiery Car Gives Token Of A Goodly Day To-morrow.