You Gave Me The Key To Your

Well, Well, The World Must Turn Upon Its Axis, And All Mankind Turn With It, Heads Or Tails, And Live And Die, Make Love And Pay Our Taxes, And As The Veering Winds Shift, Shift Our Sails.

I Only Know We Loved In Vain; I Only Feel-farewell! Farewell!

The Poetry Of Speech.

No More We Meet In Yonder Bowers Absence Has Made Me Prone To Roving; But Older, Firmer Hearts Than Ours, Have Found Monotony In Loving.

I Have A Notion That Gamblers Are As Happy As Most People - Being Always Excited.