How Cruel, Your Veins Are

Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea And Bad Temper!

It Was Not The Thorn Bending To The Honeysuckles, But The Honeysuckles Embracing The Thorn.

He Had The Hypocrisy To Represent A Mourner: And Previous To Following With Hareton, He Lifted The Unfortunate Child On To The Table And Muttered, With Peculiar Gusto, 'now, My Bonny Lad, You Are Mine! And We'll See If One Tree Won't Grow As Crooked As Another, With The Same Wind To Twist It!

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.

How Strange! I Thought, Though Everybody Hated And Despised Each Other, They Could Not Avoid Loving Me.