O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That

It Was Not In The Winter Our Loving Lot Was Cast! It Was The Time Of Roses, We Plucked Them As We Passed!

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

Apothegms Form A Short Cut To Much Knowledge.

I Love Thee - I Love Thee, 'tis All That I Can Say, It Is My Vision In The Night, My Dreaming In The Day.

No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees, No Fruits, No Flowers, No Leaves, No Birds - November!