The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue