My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

A man may forgive many wrongs, but he cannot easily forgive anyone who makes it plain that his conversation is tedious.

O happy dogs of England, Bark well at errand boys, If you lived anywhere else, You would not be allowed to make such an infernal noise.

Why does my muse only speak when she is uhnhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.

one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.

Marriage I think For women Is the best of opiates. It kills the thoughts That think about the thoughts, It is the best of opiates. So said Maria. But too long in solitude she'd dwelt, And too long her thoughts had felt Their strength. So when the man drew near, Out popped her thoughts and covered him with fear. Poor Maria! Better that she had kept her thoughts on a chain, For now she's alone again and all in pain; She sighs for the man that went and the thoughts that stay To trouble her dreams by night and her dreams by day.

See the cat at love, rolling with its sweetheart, up and over, with shriek and moan. But if a person comes by, they break away, sit separate upon a fence washing their faces - and might never have met at all.