You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

How Wayward Is This Foolish Love That, Like A Testy Babe, Will Scratch The Nurse And Presently, All Humble, Kiss The Rod.

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

Who Could Refrain That Had A Heart To Love And In That Heart Courage To Make Love Known?