Where Thou Art, That Is

Affection Is Like Bread, Unnoticed Till We Starve, And Then We Dream Of It, And Sing Of It, And Paint It, When Every Urchin In The Street Has More Than He Can Eat.

'tis Sweet To Know That Stocks Will Stand When We With Daisies Lie- That Commerce Will Continue- And Trades As Briskly Fly.

Immortal Is An Ample Word When What We Need Is By, But When It Leaves Us For A Time, 'tis A Necessity.

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.

We Must Be Careful What We Say. No Bird Resumes Its Egg.