A Bad Workman Blames His Tools.

He Stole Horses' You'll Say To Yourself, 'and He Didn't Care For Women; And But For My Pride I'd Have Been With Him Now.

Life Was A Series Of Greetings And Farewells, One Was Always Saying Good-bye To Something, To Someone.

A Dreamer, I Walked Enchanted, And Nothing Held Me Back.

Why Did Dogs Make One Want To Cry? There Was Something So Quiet And Hopeless About Their Sympathy. Jasper, Knowing Something Was Wrong, As Dogs Always Do. Trunks Being Packed. Cars Being Brought To The Door. Dogs Standing With Drooping Tails, Dejected Eyes. Wandering Back To Their Baskets In The Hall When The Sound Of The Car Dies Away.

Dead Men Tell No Tales, Mary.