A Certain Portion Of The Human Race

Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has Many Loves.

Coquetry Is The Champagne Of Love.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence, For No Lonely Bird Would Sing Into His Hollow Ear From Woods Forlorn, Nor Lowly Hedge Nor Solitary Thorn;- Shaking His Languid Locks All Dewy Bright With Tangled Gossamer That Fell By Night, Pearling His Coronet Of Golden Corn.

Comfort And Indolence Are Cronies.

Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity Under The Sun!