It Is Only When I Dally With

For Love Will Still Be Lord Of All.

Thus Aged Men, Full Loth And Slow, The Vanities Of Life Forego, And Count Their Youthful Follies O'er, Till Memory Lends Her Light No More.

Come Forth, Old Man,--thy Daughter's Side Is Now The Fitting Place For Thee: When Time Has Quell'd The Oak's Bold Pride, The Youthful Tendril Yet May Hide, The Ruins Of The Parent Tree.

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

What Can They See In The Longest Kingly Line In Europe, Save That It Runs Back To A Successful Soldier?