Some Smack Of Age In You, Some

You Wear Out A Good Wholesome Forenoon In Hearing A Cause Between An Orange Wife And A Fosset-seller.

Write Till Your Ink Be Dry, And With Your Tears Moist It Again, And Frame Some Feeling Line That May Discover Such Integrity.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.