Innocence Has A Friend In Heaven.

Time Is A Blooming Field: Nature Is Ever Teeming With Life: And All Is Seed, And All Is Fruit.

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

O That It Might Remain Eternally Green, The Beautiful Time Of Youthful Love.