Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.

The Wide World Is All Before Us - But A World Without A Friend.

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.

Even Thou Who Mournst The Daisy's Fate, That Fate Is Thine--no Distant Date; Stern Ruin's Ploughshare Drives, Elate, Full On Thy Bloom, Till Crushed Beneath The Furrow's Weight Shall Be Thy Doom!