For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My

My Hearing Has Suffered Seriously; Just Now I Am Obliged To Have The Assistance Of An Ear Trumpet. Think Of That, My Beauty! - There 's A State For Your Old Lover To Be In! - No More Tender Whisperings! Imagine Sweet Confessions To Be Made Through An Ear Trumpet!

The Neck On Which Diamonds Might Have Worthily Sparkled, Will Look Less Tempting When The Biting Winter Has Hung Icicles There For Gems.

Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile In Her Eye.

Where's The Snow That Fell The Year That's Fled--where's The Snow?

Better To Be Safe Than Sorry.