I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As

She Stood Breast-high Amid The Corn Clasp'd By The Golden Light Of Morn, Like The Sweetheart Of The Sun, Who Many A Glowing Kiss Had Won.

When Was Ever Honey Made With One Bee In A Hive?

Our Very Hopes Belied Our Fears, Our Fears Our Hopes Belied; We Thought Her Dying When She Slept, And Sleeping When She Died.

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In Words.