Could I Find A Place To Be

That Rarest Gift To Beauty, Common Sense!

Full Lasting Is The Song, Though He, / The Singer, Passes.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

What A Dusty Answer Gets The Soul When Hot For Certainties In This Our Life!