Coquetry is the champagne of love.

She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!

The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!

Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.