That's The Reason They're Called Lessons, Because

A Tale Begun In Other Days, When Summer Suns Were Glowing - A Simple Chime, That Served To Time The Rhythm Of Your Rowing - Whose Echoes Live In Memory Yet, Though Envious Years Would Say 'forget.

Oh, 'tis Love, 'tis Love That Makes The World Go Round.

A Minute Goes By So Fearfully Quick. You Might As Well Try To Stop A Bandersnatch!

You May Charge Me With Murder--or Want Of Sense-- (we Are All Of Us Weak At Times): But The Slightest Approach To A False Pretence Was Never Among My Crimes!

Everything's Got A Moral, If Only You Can Find It.