Some Sigh For This And That; My

The Moon, The Moon, So Silver And Cold, Her Fickle Temper Has Oft Been Told, Now Shade--now Bright And Sunny-- But Of All The Lunar Things That Change, The One That Shows Most Fickle And Strange, And Takes The Most Eccentric Range, Is The Moon--so Called--of Honey!

I Remember, I Remember The Roses, Red And White, The Violets, And The Lily-cups, Those Flowers Made Of Light! The Lilacs, Where The Robin Built, And Where My Brother Set The Laburmum On His Birthday,- The Tree Is Living Yet.

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.

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

Coquetry Is The Champagne Of Love.