The Best Is Yet To Come.

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

Make The Doors Upon A Woman's Wit, And It Will Out At The Casement; Shut That, And 'twill Out At The Key-hole; Stop That, 'twill Fly With The Smoke Out At The Chimney.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.