Cursed Be The Hand That

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

Instead Of Weeping When A Tragedy Occurs In A Songbird's Life, It Sings Away Its Grief. I Believe We Could Well Follow The Pattern Of Our Feathered Friends.

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

I Was Adored Once Too.