Some People Have A Knack

Since All The Maids Are Good And Lovable, From Whence Come The Bad Wives?

Oft In The Stilly Night, Ere Slumber's Chain Has Bound Me, Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me; The Smiles, The Tears, Of Boyhood's Years, The Words Of Love Then Spoken; The Eyes That Shone Now Dimmed And Gone, The Cheerful Hearts Now Broken.

The True Poet Dreams Being Awake.

I Never Knew An Enemy To Puns Who Was Not An Ill-natured Man.

There Is Not In The Wide World A Valley So Sweet As That Vale In Whose Bosom The Bright Waters Meet.