Hours Are Golden Links--god's Tokens Reaching Heaven.

I Only Ask To Be Free. The Butterflies Are Free.

When She Took Her Opposite Place In The Carriage Corner, The Brightness In Her Face Was So Charming To Behold, That On Her Exclaiming, "what Beautiful Stars And What A Glorious Night!" The Secretary Said "yes," But Seemed To Prefer To See The Night And The Stars In The Light Of Her Lovely Little Countenance, To Looking Out Of Window.

Annual Income Is £ 20, The Cost Is 19, You Will Feel Happiness. If Annual Income Of £ 20, The Cost Is £ 20.6, You Will See Suffering

Polly Put The Kettle On, We'll All Have Tea.

I Ate 'umble Pie With An Appetite.