There Are Three Things Which

The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!

Well For The Drones Of The Social Hive That There Are Bees Of An Industrious Turn, Willing, For An Infinitesimal Share Of The Honey, To Undertake The Labor Of Its Fabrication.

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

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