Dobbin At Manger Pulls His

Now That Cleverness Was The Fashion Most People Were Clever - Even Perfect Fools; And Cleverness After All Was Often Only A Bore: All Head And No Body

Three Jolly Huntsmen, In Coats Of Red, Rode Their Horses Up To Bed.

We Wake And Whisper Awhile, But, The Day Gone By, Silence And Sleep Like Fields Of Amaranth Lie.

And Some Win Peace Who Spend The Skill Of Words To Sweeten Despair Of Finding Consolation Where Life Has But One Dark End.

As Long As I Live I Shall Always Be My Self - And No Other, Just Me.