What Delusion Has Come Over Me? What

Rapidly, Merrily, Life's Sunny Hours Flit By, Gratefully, Cheerily Enjoy Them As They Fly!

I Could Not Unlove Him Now, Merely Because I Found That He Had Ceased To Notice Me.

It Is Not Violence That Best Overcomes Hate -- Nor Vengeance That Most Certainly Heals Injury.

All My Heart Is Yours, Sir: It Belongs To You; And With You It Would Remain, Were Fate To Exile The Rest Of Me From Your Presence Forever.

Give Him Enough Rope And He Will Hang Himself.