She Is A Girl Would Not Be

It Was Among Farmers And Potato Diggers And Old Men In Workhouses And Beggars At My Own Door That I Found What Was Beyond These And Yet Farther Beyond That Drawingroom Poet Of My Childhood In The Expression Of Love, And Grief, And The Pain Of Parting, That Are The Disclosure Of The Individual Soul.

Many A Poor Soul Has Had To Suffer From The Weight Of The Debts On Him, Finding No Rest Or Peace After Death.

There Is No Sin Coveting Things Are Of No Great Use Or Profit, But Would Show Out Good And Have Some Grandeur Around Them.

Every Trick Is An Old One, But With A Change Of Players, A Change Of Dress, It Comes Out As New As Before.

It's A Grand Thing To Be Able To Take Your Money In Your Hand And To Think No More Of It When It Slips Away From You Than You Would A Trout That Would Slip Back Into The Stream.