Fuss Is The Froth Of

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

Lives Of Great Men Oft Remind Us As We O'er Their Pages Turn, That We Too May Leave Behind Us - Letters That We Ought To Burn.

It Was Not In The Winter Our Loving Lot Was Cast! It Was The Time Of Roses, We Plucked Them As We Passed!