Needs There Groan A World In Anguish

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

Grow Old With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be.

I Hold That A Man Should Strive To The Uttermost For His Life's Set Prize.

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.