There Was A Place In

There's Luck In Odd Numbers.

For A Ballad's A Thing You Expect To Find Lies In.

For Dhrames Always Go By Conthraries, My Dear.

Where's The Snow That Fell The Year That's Fled--where's The Snow?

Too Little Is It Considered, While We Gaze On Aristocratic Beauty, How Much Good Food, Soft Lying, Warm Wrapping, Ease Of Mind, Have To Do With The Attractions Which Command Our Admiration.