I Do Not See Why

And Now I'm Old And Going--i'm Sure I Can't Tell Where; One Comfort Is, This World's So Hard, I Can't Be Worse Off There

The Water Babies "young And Old" When All The World Is Young, Lad, And All The Trees Are Green; And Every Goose A Swan, Lad, And Every Lass A Queen; Then Hey For Boot And Horse, Lad, And Round The World Away: Young Blood Must Have Its Course, Lad, And Every Dog His Day.

If You Wish To Be Miserable, Think About Yourself, About What You Want, What You Like, What Respect People Ought To Pay You, What People Think Of You; And Then To You Nothing Will Be Pure. You Will Spoil Everything You Touch; You Will Make Sin And Misery For Yourself Out Of Everything God Sends You; You Will Be As Wretched As You Choose.

In The Four Hundred And Thirteenth Year Of The Christian Era, Some Three Hundred Miles Above Alexandria, The Young Monk Philammon Was Sitting On The Edge Of A Low Range Of Inland Cliffs, Crested With Drifting Sand.

All We Need To Make Us Really Happy Is Something To Be Enthusiastic About.