Love Can Make Us Fiends As Well

And Now I'm Old And Going--i'm Sure I Can't Tell Where; One Comfort Is, This World's So Hard, I Can't Be Worse Off There

Three Fishers Went Sailing Away To The West, Away To The West As The Sun Went Down; Each Thought On The Woman Who Loved Him The Best, And The Children Stood Watching Them Out Of The Town.

There's No Use Doing A Kindness If You Do It A Day Too Late.

Life Is Too Short For Mean Anxieties.

All Who Have Travelled Through The Delicious Scenery Of North Devon Must Needs Know The Little White Town Of Bideford, Which Slopes Upwards From Its Broad Tide-river Paved With Yellow Sands, And Many-arched Old Bridge, Where Salmon Wait For Autumn Floods, Toward The Pleasant Upland On The West.