A New Heart For A New Year,

For The Night-wind Has A Dismal Trick Of Wandering Round And Round A Building Of That Sort, And Moaning As It Goes; And Of Trying, With Its Unseen Hand, The Windows And The Doors; And Seeking Out Some Crevices By Which To Enter.

Fan The Sinking Flame Of Hilarity With The Wing Of Friendship; And Pass The Rosy Wine.

Never Sign A Valentine With Your Own Name.

Marley Was Dead: To Begin With.

I Am Not Old, But My Young Way Was Never The Way To Age.