Middle-aged life is merry, and I love to lead it.

When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

Wind is caused by the trees waving their branches.

Humor is the best means of surviving in a difficult world.

Then here's to the heartening wassail, Wherever good fellows are found; Be its master instead of its vassal, and order the glasses around.

I test my bath before I sit, And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a bit Is so frigid upon the fundament.

How Sunday into Monday melts!