A True Sonnet Goes Eight Lines And

The Fact Is The Sweetest Dream That Labor Knows.

Always Fall In With What You're Asked To Accept. Take What Is Given, And Make It Over Your Way. My Aim In Life Has Always Been To Hold My Own With Whatever's Going. Not Against: With.

Not To Sink Under Being Man And Wife, But Get Some Color And Music Out Of Life?

Trust Him To Have His Bitter Politics Against His Unacquaintances The Rich Who Sleep In Houses Of Their Own, Though Mortgaged. Conservatives, They Don't Know What To Save.

Keep All Ur Troubles In Ur Own Pocket. But, Make Sure That The Pocket Has A Hole!