For, Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief,

Time And Tide Wait For No Man, But Time Always Stands Still For A Woman Of 30.

So When At Times The Mob Is Swayed To Carry Praise Or Blame Too Far, We May Choose Something Like A Star To Stay Our Minds On And Be Staid.

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader.

Something There Is That Doesn't Love A Wall, And Wants It Down.

You Know How Cunningly Mankind Is Planned: We Have One Loving And One Hating Hand. The Loving's Made To Hold Each Other Like, While With The Hating Other Hand We Strike.