A Sweet Child Is The

When Twilight Dews Are Falling Soft Upon The Rosy Sea, Love, I Watch The Star Whose Beam So Oft Has Lighted Me To Thee, Love.

Clap An Extinguisher Upon Your Irony If You Are Unhappily Blessed With A Vein Of It.

Oft In The Stilly Night, Ere Slumber's Chain Has Bound Me, Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me; The Smiles, The Tears, Of Boyhood's Years, The Words Of Love Then Spoken; The Eyes That Shone Now Dimmed And Gone, The Cheerful Hearts Now Broken.

You Look Wise, Pray Correct That Error.

I Hate The Man Who Eats Without Knowing What He’s Eating. I Doubt His Taste In More Important Things.