Life Has No Friend.

Life Isn't One Thing After Another, It's The Same Thing Over And Over.

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!

O World, I Cannot Hold Thee Close Enough!

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.

Oh, Friend, Forget Not, When You Fain Would Note In Me A Beauty That Was Never Mine, How First You Knew Me In A Book I Wrote, How First You Loved Me For A Written Line.