The Lily Is All In White, Like

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!

My Tears Must Stop, For Every Drop Hinders Needle And Thread.

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright And Yellow, Hard And Cold!

Some Dreams We Have Are Nothing Else But Dreams, Unnatural And Full Of Contradictions; Yet Others Of Our Most Romantic Schemes, Are Something More Than Fictions.