And There Is Even A Happiness That

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

Bells Are Musics Laughter.

A Certain Portion Of The Human Race Has Certainly A Taste For Being Diddled.