Heap Not On This Mound Roses That

So Up I Got In Anger, And Took A Book I Had, And Put A Ribbon On My Hair To Please A Passing Lad. And, "one Thing There's No Getting By -- I've Been A Wicked Girl," Said I; But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why, I Might As Well Be Glad!

Pour Away Despair And Rinse The Cup. Eat Happiness Like Bread.

I Love Humanity But I Hate People.

A Person Who Publishes A Book Appears Willfully In Public Eye With His Pants Down.

I Only Know That Summer Sang In Me A Little While, That In Me Sings No More.