It 's No Fish Ye

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.

But With Morning Cool Repentance Came.

Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.