Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as a friend Came knocking all day at my door.
As long as I love Beauty I am young.
What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.
Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light.