Now, Of My Threescore Years And Ten,

You Smile Upon Your Friend To-day, To-day His Ills Are Over; You Hearken To The Lover's Say, And Happy Is The Lover. 'tis Late To Hearken, Late To Smile, But Better Late Than Never: I Shall Have Lived A Little While Before I Die For Ever.

Some Men Are More Interesting Than Their Books But My Book Is More Interesting Than Its Man.

Lovers Lying Two And Two Ask Not Whom They Sleep Beside, And The Bridegroom All Night Through Never Turns Him To The Bride.

Hope Lies To Mortals And Most Believe Her, But Man's Deceiver Was Never Mine.

Ten Thousand Times I've Done My Best And All's To Do Again.