When Thus The Heart Is In A

How I Like To Be Liked, And What I Do To Be Liked!

The Measure Of Choosing Well, Is, Whether A Man Likes And Finds Good In What He Has Chosen.

Oh, The Pleasure Of Eating My Dinner Alone!

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference.

A Flow'ret Crushed In The Bud, A Nameless Piece Of Babyhood, Was In Her Cradle-coffin Lying; Extinct, With Scarce The Sense Of Dying