Pity It Is To Slay The Meanest

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

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

It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 'tis Little Joy To Know I'm Further Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

I Remember, I Remember The Fir-trees Dark And High; I Used To Think Their Slender Tops Were Close Against The Sky; It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 't Is Little Joy To Know I'm Farther Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

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