What Is There In Thee, Moon! That

She Hurried At His Words, Beset With Fears, For There Were Sleeping Dragons All Around.

It Is A Flaw In Happiness To See Beyond Our Bourn, - It Forces Us In Summer Skies To Mourn, It Spoils The Singing Of The Nightingale.

To Stay Youthful, Stay Useful.

Wine Is Only Sweet To Happy Men.

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever