Men Of England! Who Inheritrights

Never Wedding, Ever Wooing, Still A Lovelorn Heart Pursuing, Read You Not The Wrong You're Doing In My Cheek's Pale Hue? All My Life With Sorrow Strewing; Wed Or Cease To Woo.

O Star-eyed Science, Hast Thou Wander'd There, To Waft Us Home The Message Of Despair?

For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier Than Her Smile.

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

Love's A Fire That Needs Renewal Of Fresh Beauty For Its Fuel.