That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are

Years Steal Fire From The Mind As Vigor From The Limb; And Life's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

A Woman Should Never Be Seen Eating Or Drinking, Unless It Be Lobster Salad And Champagne, The Only True Feminine And Becoming Viands.