November Always Seemed To Me

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth - It Is Denied The Gods

Mine Enemy Is Growing Old -- I Have At Last Revenge -- The Palate Of The Hate Departs -- If Any Would Avenge Let Him Be Quick -- The Viand Flits -- It Is A Faded Meat -- Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead -- 'tis Starving Makes It Fat

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Or Else It Does Not Care

Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.