Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year.
William Makepeace ThackerayWerther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.
William Makepeace ThackerayTis not the dying for a faith that's so hard... 'Tis the living up to it that's difficult.
William Makepeace Thackeray