Better To Be Safe Than

Sure My Love Is All Crostlike A Bud In The Frostand There's No Use At All In My Going To Bed,for 't Is Dhrames And Not Slape That Comes Into My Head!

How Many Chapters Have Been Written About Love Verses - And How Many More Might Be Written! - Might, Would, Could, Should, Or Ought To Be Written! - I Will Venture To Say, Will Be Written!

To Return After Long Years Of Painful Absence To Some Place Which Has Been The Scene Of Our Former Joys, And Whence The Force Of Circumstance, And Not Choice, Has Driven Us, Is Oppressive To The Heart.

Sure The Shovel And Tongs To Each Other Belongs.

There Was A Place In Childhood That I Remember Well, And There A Voice Of Sweetest Tone Bright Fairy Tales Did Tell.