Oh For A Seat In

Stolen Sweets Are Always Sweeter, Stolen Kisses Much Completer, Stolen Looks Are Nice In Chapels, Stolen, Stolen Be Your Apples.

Oh For A Seat In Some Poetic Nook, Just Hid With Trees And Sparkling With A Brook!

I Am Persuaded There Is No Such Thing After All As A Perfect Enjoyment Of Solitude; For The More Delicious The Solitude The More One Wants A Companion.

Stolen Kisses Are Always Sweetest.

Those Who Have Lost An Infant Are Never, In A Way, Without An Infant.