Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

With Fingers Weary And Worn, With Eyelids Heavy And Red, A Woman Sat In Unwomanly Rags, Plying Her Needle And Thread.

A Certain Portion Of The Human Race Has Certainly A Taste For Being Diddled.

A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In Words.

So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years, In All The Bliss That Life Endears