O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That

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

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

The Year's In Wane; There Is Nothing Adorning; The Night Has No Eve, And The Day Has No Morning; Cold Winter Gives Warning!

It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 'tis Little Joy To Know I'm Further Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.

Our Very Hopes Belied Our Fears, Our Fears Our Hopes Belied; We Thought Her Dying When She Slept, And Sleeping When She Died.