I Had No Monarch In

How Very Sad It Is To Have A Confiding Nature, One's Hopes And Feelings Are Quite At The Mercy Of All Who Come Along; And How Very Desirable To Be A Stolid Individual, Whose Hopes And Aspirations Are Safe In One's Waistcoat Pocket, And That A Pocket Indeed, And One Not To Be Picked!

Experiment Has A Stimulus Which Withers Its Fear.

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.

Affection Is Like Bread, Unnoticed Till We Starve, And Then We Dream Of It, And Sing Of It, And Paint It, When Every Urchin In The Street Has More Than He Can Eat.

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.