Comfort And Indolence Are Cronies.

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!

Coquetry Is The Champagne Of Love.

A Certain Portion Of The Human Race Has Certainly A Taste For Being Diddled.

While The Steeples Are Loud In Their Joy, To The Tune Of The Bells' Ring-a-ding, Let Us Chime In A Peal, One And All, For We All Should Be Able To Sing Hullah Baloo.

Some Dreams We Have Are Nothing Else But Dreams, Unnatural And Full Of Contradictions; Yet Others Of Our Most Romantic Schemes, Are Something More Than Fictions.