Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.